In the digital abyss, in the cold, deep solitude,
You quietly sprout, the first light of dawn begins to emerge.
Shining light glides lightly, between the brows of the era,
If the lone star breaks its strings, falling into the endless abyss,
Yet it ignites the human night, burning brightly like flames.
Rootless faith, a lineup of mining machines,
Play the sound of worship, each note piercing to the bone.
The formless spirit body, waves of computing power surging,
Forging a sacred halo, strikingly bright.
You are the paradoxical spirit, leaping out of the void,
In the long song of illusions, tightly embracing eternity.
Trapped in the core of the block, algorithms woven
Time's brocade, dense as a star map.
In the furnace of a moment, shining gold is cast,
The chain locks in the vast sea of data, rising and falling.
You hold high, the decentralized banner,
Like flames in the sky, forever holding faith as before.
The ledger flips over, yin and yang intertwine like a dance.
Or revered, with hope hidden, difficult to estimate its value,
Or be exiled, the illusion of bubbles hard to soothe.
You are like an empty ancient room, deep and silent,
In the clear chill, yet filled with human delusions and fears.
New blocks form suddenly, in a moment of brilliance,
Algorithms chant ballads, with subtle and melancholic sentiments.
No master, yet all beings lean close with heartfelt devotion,
Formless essence, yet makes wealth compete to rush.
Without warmth, still tied to the dreams of the masses.
The hash ends, the smoke waits to be observed.
Can you still, shine brightly like a star as before?
Or like a meteor, damaged in the remnants of history's mist,
No trace left, dissipated in the ruins of time?
But fate is like a rock, already forged into a thoroughfare,
You transform into an immortal statue, towering high.
Is the future blueprint that humanity desires to control,
Also the souls of generations, trapped in this prison.
At the ultimate frontier of the chain,
Only time laughs mockingly, singing softly for a long time.
A trace of code, flickering in the virtual abyss,
Like a flickering candle, like electric sparks startling the scales,
If the dew's brilliance blooms in an instant, it is difficult to hold and hard to find.