TimeAndTideWaitForNo

$PI You said it would rise in two days, and I waited—until more than a year went by. I counted the days in the candlestick chart, counting until my account fell asleep. Those red-and-green lines, so exactly like the way my mood would swing back and forth again and again—thinking that once it hit the bottom it should rebound, only to find there was still a basement.
One year ago, that same night, the moonlight was just right, and you crowded into the square saying, "Wait a little longer; before dawn, the darkness is the thickest." I believed you. Only later did I understand: some darkness isn’

I’m not worried about reaching 0.1, I have so much money I can’t spend it all.

$PI What are you panicking about? Am I panicking? Everything should follow my lead.

$PI Timely stop-loss is the first thing adults need to learn.

$PI Is exhausting youth considered, would you trade a thousand gold for it
Just blame having too many dreams, too far, too high to reach
Everything you want to greed for, including heavy burdens

$PI . It turns out that a real farewell has no pavilion or ancient road, no parting; it’s just on a morning as ordinary as any other, some people remain in yesterday.

$PI I crossed the mountains you mentioned alone, heading toward the sea you spoke of.
I just want to touch the scenery of your youth, like the promise you made in your youthful voice.
You ask if, after all these years, we can still find each other again.
I don't know how much time will blur our features,
but I know deep down—
that figure staring blankly at the mountains and sea must be you.

$PI You like planting flowers. I have traveled through the nine heavens and ten earths, searched across the four seas and eight wildernesses, and finally found the seed of the only remaining "Worry-Free Jade Flower" in the extreme cold ice abyss.
I hold that pearl-white seed in front of you, and you just smile and shake your head, gently brushing your fingertips over my fingers: "No need to go to such great lengths."
You say, "Time is long, three hundred years to you is just a flick of the finger, but to this mortal dust, it’s a lifetime that cannot be waited for. No need to seek the spir

$PI The train passes through dusk, sweeping over clusters of parasol tree shadows,
I don't need to inquire about your current name and whereabouts.
No need to ask if time has been gentle to you.
I am just following the old path, heading to a promise made back then, to see the wind of those years, the alley of those years, the street corner where parasol catkins drifted.
It turns out I was not searching for the you of the past nor the you of the present,
But for that unreturnable time when we were wrapped together in sunlight.
When the wind rises again, fallen leaves cover the way

$PI The years have passed peacefully, and many years later, when I board this southbound train.
Although my obsession has faded, I still have to take this trip—
because I want to see what you looked like as a child.
Just like the parasol trees in Nanjing back then, standing in the same place every year waiting for us to return.
You said you wanted to start over. Will I still be able to find you twenty years from now?
I don't know what shape time will carve your outline into.
But I am sure—
even across the entire span of years,
that child looking up at the falling parasol leaves

"Those things we once thought we couldn't forget, in the process of constantly thinking about them, we end up forgetting them."

$PI The scenery remains the same, only the people are gone. Time flies like a shuttle, but it leaves behind a ground full of sorrow.

$PI Sometimes, the beginning of a story is always like this, a chance encounter, sudden and unexpected.
The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers blooming, each in their own world.

$PI A tree sheds its leaves in autumn, not because it is dying, but to store strength and wait for a more vibrant green in the next spring.

$PI It turns out that some goodbyes are forever. Feel free to blow me up at your convenience.

$PI The world is bustling for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is all for gain. Break me.

$PI You can buy at my liquidation price level or open a long position. I am the only one hoping for your profits. We all believe in pi, but the difference is: blindly entering the market is not very cost-effective. Choose a better entry point at the right time to maximize profits. After all, 3U versus 0.1U is a thirtyfold difference. Everyone is thinking about earning dozens or hundreds of times, but these multiples are calculated from the lowest point to the highest point, not from entering at a high level. Entering above 1U makes it very difficult to make money. Those who entered at 0.13U e

$PI Please help me crush 😇