A poem for all the brothers in the crypto circle from last night

"He blows as he blows, the gentle breeze caresses the mountain ridge."

In the leveraged virtual market, the coin price suddenly goes wild.

Holding positions makes the heart tremble, dreams of liquidation turn into sorrow.

Wealth disperses like smoke, regret fills the sorrowful heart.

"He goes as he goes, the bright moon shines on the great river."

The market is mercilessly turbulent, I advise you not to be overly obsessed.

For those wanting the golden dog, Dao Ge has recently ambushed Musk's little dog pp, feeling good, for those confused and lacking in U, it’s okay to ambush a bit, holding spot will never bring fear, especially the altcoins of the Ethereum chain will never go to zero!