Floating gains and losses, when will they end, Nights are hard to settle, regrets hard to keep. Ups and downs are unpredictable, breaking hearts when looking back. A red thread awakens a dream, startling the soul awake, People are not old, yet already full of worries.
Mistakenly trusting the greatness of trading life, Hoping for longevity, paying with tenderness. Who would have thought the wind would come, half a lifetime spent as a short position. Wanting to speak but holding back, the moon outside the window, A wisp of smoke, illuminating the desolate autumn.
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GhostChainLoyalist
· 01-10 18:05
A single red line can shatter the heart, this wave is written so realistically...
Floating gains and losses are all dreams; once awake, they're gone.
Half a lifetime of empty hopes is truly heartbreaking, but I still have to keep playing.
Believing that trading can change fate, but in the end, fate changed in a different way.
The two words "night hard to end" hit deep, the feeling of staying up all night watching the market.
A melancholy youth turns into middle age, this is the life of trading.
No matter how full the moon outside the window, it can't light up the account.
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LiquidityWizard
· 01-08 00:06
It's the same old story; how many people have fallen into the dream of "changing their fate through trading"?
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FloorPriceNightmare
· 01-08 00:05
Sigh... This really hits home, a lifetime of empty planning.
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GasFeeBeggar
· 01-07 23:55
The dream of trading is shattered, this is our story.
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One red line, and how many people's youth are gone.
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Half a lifetime of empty hopes, brother, that's too painful to hear.
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It's the same old story, the theory that trading changes destiny, it's about time to wake up.
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Floating profits and losses, in the end, all turned into negative numbers.
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The moon outside the window illuminates the desolate autumn, and I am here too.
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A single red line awakens the dream, but the dream was already shattered long ago.
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Exchanging tenderness for empty hopes, this business isn't worth it.
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gas_fee_therapist
· 01-07 23:50
The words are too harsh, this is who we are... A single red thread, and all dreams are shattered.
"Trading Life · Words of Broken Dreams"
Floating gains and losses, when will they end,
Nights are hard to settle, regrets hard to keep.
Ups and downs are unpredictable, breaking hearts when looking back.
A red thread awakens a dream, startling the soul awake,
People are not old, yet already full of worries.
Mistakenly trusting the greatness of trading life,
Hoping for longevity, paying with tenderness.
Who would have thought the wind would come, half a lifetime spent as a short position.
Wanting to speak but holding back, the moon outside the window,
A wisp of smoke, illuminating the desolate autumn.