When the market is rising, I am Satoshi Nakamoto's long-lost brother. Sitting cross-legged, holding my phone in landscape mode to watch the candlesticks like climbing a ladder, with a knowing smile at the corner of my mouth, gently exhaling a smoke ring: "This wave, yeah, this wave is called value return."

The group chat is filled with buy signals one after another, and I calmly post a profit screenshot with the caption—"Nothing much, just a friend of time."

When the market is falling, who am I? Where am I? Why do I need to deposit money? My eyes are almost drilling into the screen, fingers frantically refreshing, muttering "Fake, fake, it must be a trap."
My wallet shrinks by half, yet I stubbornly type in the comments: "Technical correction, understand? Just a shakeout!"
Someone next to me asks if I want to sell, and I roar back: "Sell what? I'm exchanging faith with the market maker!"

This is the crypto world—one second pointing out the country and writing inspiring words, the next begging Buddha to help recover losses.
But as long as I haven't uninstalled the app, I will always believe in "darkness before dawn," always think I am the protagonist of the next reversal.