You have blown up, the account is getting cold
The pale moon is crescent, aching the heart
The night is too long, watching the market like mourning
Who is crazily replenishing positions on okx
The currency price plummets, blood stains Binance red
I am alone on leverage, stabbed by the dealer
Sudden wealth turns to smoke
Drifting with the wind, the smile becomes a fading echo
The position is slim, tears flow two lines
Your leverage has gone to zero
A heartbroken person facing the screen
My tears flow like blood
The counterfeit collapses, the night is not yet over
My capitalized fly ash
Only to leave me to swallow noodles
In the dark, the light is faint
The bull market becomes a dream, faith shattered
Withering on the K-line, fate is lost
Returning to profit becomes a delusion, heartbreak turns to sand paste
Afraid you can't reach the shore, standing guard forever
Whose despair, the text message sound is chaotic
My last chip falls into the abyss
The sky is slightly bright, you laugh sadly and murmur
A night of white frost, still blowing up
Rewrite from Lunch Teacher
