In this scene and this moment, I want to compose a lewd verse, wet and soaked through.


When the moon is full, there will be loss eventually—no one can know what lies in the rise and fall of the coin sea.
No matter how many layers of waves his K-line charts stir up, I’ll hold my coins and wait to turn the tables.
So wet, so wet.
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