When will the bright moon appear, I lift my chives to ask the sky. 🥗
I don’t know when the heavenly market will stabilize, when will the losses be resolved? 📉
I wish to cut my losses and go home, but I'm afraid of stepping into the empty jade realm. 🚀
The heights are too cold, memes awaken, and one drinks to death in the silver space. 🍷
Switch funds, low leverage, staying awake without sleep. 🐼
There shouldn’t be hatred, when will we speak of wealth again? 💸
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon has its phases of fullness and emptiness. 🌙
This matter has been difficult to achieve since ancient times, I hope people can grow chives for a long time, it’s better to donate than to buy recklessly. 🏥
———“Dedicated to the B friends who keep getting hurt”
