Tonight is the Waterloo of the bulls 😭

Tonight, the cold wind is like a sharp blade.
The currency market and stock market are all in decline.
The tall building once stood with great momentum,
In the blink of an eye, it collapses and no one is seen.

Chips fall like residual leaves,
Dreams shattered amidst a sea of blood.
Bulls and bears fight with no return path,
Who is the winner smiling at dusk?

Ten thousand points of red light reflecting on the screen,
Tears shed, asking the universe at the end of the world.
But pay attention, the fire burns like a small candle,
Not necessarily will the long night have no dawn.