After a year, the account is empty.

No satisfying gains, no thrill of doubling,

Only one margin call after another.

Friends ask me how much I made this year,

I turn around and stay silent.

Trading records are more honest than anyone—

Finally catching the bottom,

Only to be hit through immediately.

Every day, I don’t wake up to analyze the market,

But to see how much the coin price has dropped again;

Not planning the next bull run,

But how to survive this correction.

You think I’m serious about trading,

But I’ve actually been taking others’ orders.

Staring at the K-line alone,

No one asks why you cut your losses again,

Just whether you dare to add to your position.

Sometimes I really want to clear everything,

But when I see the floating loss in my holdings,

Even stop-loss becomes a luxury.

This is the life of crypto people—

On social media, every sentence is “long-term optimistic,”

Behind the scenes, it’s all reflections on being fully in the red.

This is the real daily life of retail investors.