some years later

Soak up the sun as you recline on a lounge chair in the vineyard on your private island

Taking a sip of 1982 Lafite

Not far away, your servants are whispering in lowered voices.

In the distance, your helicopter is on standby.

And your yacht rocking gently in the waves and breeze

Farther away from the island

People all over the world are talking about you, a low-key rich man.

And you know in your heart that everything is

It all comes from that year

You firmly followed the sniper to buy Bitcoin at the bottom