"Seven Rhymes: A Master of Loans"
No one supports my ambition to reach the skies, I alone borrow to the mountain peak.
A lever stirs the rivers and seas, currency tides devour the moon and swallow the heavens.
Profit and loss are all left to the graying hair, bull and bear patterns crack at my fingertips.
Do not laugh at the floating profits that ultimately turn to snow, I tread alone through the nine heavy abysses.
I feel this one is better, hahaha
