Kneeling, I lay out the chart to set forth my words; surely I have already obtained this many-fold of longs and shorts.

Harnessing bulls and bears to ride the wind, suddenly—there remains a call on the board.

In the morning I establish positions at the bottom; in the evening I stop taking profit at the summit.

Wishing to lock in gains at the key point, yet the force—dim and elusive—will suddenly have it collapse.

I command time to slow its pace; looking to the high ground, do not let it tilt.

The road is long and far in its course of cultivation; I will seek and examine longs and shorts.

Drinking capital in the sea of coins, always—only once, with total stop-loss—at lofty air.

Folding the K-line to block the falling, just calmly, to observe the struggle between the bulls and bears.