During this time, countless corpses of soldiers lay scattered across the fields, waves crashing in one after another, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.
As for me? I went with my brothers, never showing off or trying to defy fate.
Market trends rise and fall, just like the tides; some insist on going against the current, only to be knocked over by the waves;
We only strive to be those who ride the winds and break the waves, not vying to be the first to stick out, but quietly packing away profits as the tides ripple.
Remember this: the market has never been won by bravery, but by direction and rhythm.
Whether short or long, if the direction is right and we go with the flow, that's why we can laugh while counting money on a battlefield littered with corpses.
