I want to become a genius trader!

Drunk as I lie there, staring at the order book

Watching the red-and-green changes

Through tear-filled eyes, I read the chaotic rise and fall

Chasing breakouts and chasing after pumps, selling into traps—losses are only a chain of scars

Profit and loss, victory and failure—everything hinges on a single thought

All-in in a single moment—then that account is left with no glow

With K-lines so vast, where is home?

Passing through layers of washouts—watching the fireworks of the main force

Winning against the swings of price, yet losing my confidence

Grabbing at a night of glitter—it's just a dream!

With a swift blade, cut off the trapped positions—stop-loss followed by adding to the position!

Collect the old principal and set off again

For the never-dying small retail trader, the heart won’t collapse

I will surely be that genius trader—how could I admit defeat so easily?!

$ETH ‌ If you’ve got the ability, liquidate me—I don’t care!