Woke up and saw my account, my heart is already numb. My heart is dead, my heart is like water, my heart has entered stagnant water. I used to weave a pink dream for myself, a dream of breaking even. Now the dream is shattered, I'm old, lost all my money, in exchange for an increasingly aging face, in exchange for a reputation of being scolded. I was a beauty, why am I a clown? I was a beauty, why am I a clown? Is it God playing tricks on me, or is it the greed, anger, and ignorance in my heart that led me to the dark path? I looked at the stocks and options in my hand, sighed deeply, Pinduoduo, now, path, fig, Microsoft, meta, Netflix, Adobe, strictly speaking...