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Translation:
Dispassionately tearing candlestick charts into shreds
Fishing my madness out of the lake, laden with sorrow
How wonderful it would be to ride a wolf and raise a python
When I meet those who fancy themselves noble, I will remember
To mock them with unbridled joy
Bite off elegance
Strike down stability
Poke out the sun
Bury love
I abandon my beloved stock, it abandons my heart
I loathe this smoke-like past, yet it sticks like a thorn in my throat
Tender thoughts - perhaps they love being trampled
At least the unruly blood still knows the pain of dripping wounds
Candle flames, moonlight - you brim and swell, yet you will never be like my tears
I stand at the edge of the world, weeping, and hack down your last Noah's Ark
The above serves as the epigraph. Now, I will tell you the tumultuous life of an ordinary stock investor. I am accustomed to writing in the first person, so you might think I am writing about myself - but actually, it is another person. Or perhaps I am writing about myself as if I were writing about another. Interpret it however you like; it doesn't really matter.