The world gives me the web3 version

Some create narratives, some chase trends

Borrow a thread of code, hold a piece of red and green

Stop for a moment, wait a bit, don't boil over

The wealthy create dreams, with blood and tears praised on the chain

The world gives me revolution, but also gives me deception

Gives me a bull market, but takes back my faith

Gives me a casino, yet brings the dawn of compliance

Gives me the A8 illusion, but gradually devours real gold

Some sit idle with MEME, some go all in on contracts

Borrow a hint of greed, startling a crash full of screens

Chase a bit, hurry a bit, emotions hard to suppress

Good stories favor the gambler, the rooftop wind howls

The world gives me leverage, but also gives me zeroing

Gives me counterfeit revelry, but also gives me PVP scams

Gives me miraculous wealth, yet gradually becomes speculation

Gives me the holy grail of turning over, but becomes the weapon of evildoers

Some want to exit the circle, some want to enter the arena

Borrow a phase of youth, write a page of madness

Do not look back, move forward, don't be obsessed

Farewell to broken souls, may the next journey be bright and hopeful