For ten years of trading coins, it’s bleak and cold,
first losing the car, then losing the house,
countless coin cascades—there’s nowhere to speak of sorrow.
While the dealer’s scythe waves in all directions,
in coin trading you lose, in futures you win only light,
and the K-line still drifts downward.
You can’t sleep, your heart is uneasy; you stare at the chart in silence,
only tears streaming down in torrents.
In painful thought, how can you stop being lost and wandering?
When you look back, the secondary market shouldn’t be your place to rush into.
Pay attention to Yuanbao’er early—so you won’t be disappointed again.
One day, you’ll finally shine brilliantly.
Together hand in hand, become a queen! [evil grin][evil grin][evil grin]