Do you not see—K-lines rise and fall like clouds passing; the tide comes and goes, but it never lasts long.

Do you not see—huddled at your desk, scheming brings white frost to your temples; yesterday’s luxuriant blooms have withered today.
Do not say that your pockets hold too little capital—stay composed in your layout and wait for the new wave.
Long and short tracks rotate one after another; for unusual spikes and strange blossoms, there’s no need to shift position.
Minute-by-minute fluctuations disturb ordinary souls—hold steady to keep your original intention, and prevent tears from falling.
I urge you: don’t chase short-term scorching—at higher ground, traps are hidden amid a thousand ravines.
Cycles repeat endlessly, and in the end there will be gains—quietly wait for the bull market to tread the golden slope.