The web3 version gifted to me by the world

Some create narratives, some chase trends

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

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

The wealthy created dreams, the chain sings of blood and tears

The world gifts me revolution, but also deception

Gives me a bull market, but takes back my faith

Gives me a casino, and brings the dawn of compliance

Gives me the A8 illusion, yet gradually devours real gold

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

Borrow a hint of greed, startled by a market crash on the screen

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

Good stories favor gamblers, the rooftop wind howls

The world gifts me leverage, but also brings me to zero

Gives me counterfeit celebrations, but also the PVP scam

Gives me miraculous wealth, yet gradually becomes speculation

Gives me the holy grail of turnaround, but turns into a weapon for wrongdoers

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

Borrow a moment of youth, write a page of madness

Don't look back, move forward, don't be obsessed

Bid farewell to broken souls, may the next journey be bright