Crypto Seas Float, Listening to the Tides in the Dark Night.

K-line rises and falls, stop-loss cuts through the waist. Traders stare at the red and green stripes on the screen; every decline is a heartbreak. The salted fish wants to turn over a new leaf but finds that the saltiness has already seeped into the bones, hard to dispel.

Enduring the red and green on the screen, the keyboard feels cold—how many nights have we tossed and turned in front of the market charts? Tonight, the moon hangs high, yet we have no heart to enjoy it. The wind rises in Jiachen, unwilling to let life roar long. This stubbornness comes from deep within—who doesn’t want to turn the tide in the market?

There are dark horses, ready to leap, trampling fire and burning. Will those potential coins hiding in the depths break out someday? Small shareholders aim for the sky; one day they will pierce the clouds—this is the dream in every investor’s heart.

Watching the crypto world’s life, small goals are broken, K-lines mock. The most ironic truth is: the K-line is the biggest mockery of all participants. It ruthlessly records every hesitation, every greed, every luck.

Whether you are a seasoned trader or a newcomer just entering the market, facing this ever-changing K-line, we are all just ants. But it is precisely because of this dilemma that we gather in the community of exchanges, comforting each other's souls with stories.

Let’s encourage each other.