2022, I was so broke all I had left was emotion.

Whenever the K-line turned green, my heart would race; whenever it turned red, I'd fantasize about a comeback.
Back then I had a crush on a girl.
In winter she was knitting a scarf, I asked who it was for.
She said, "For the person I like most."
I thought I was just delusional, like a retail investor spotting volatility but too scared to chase.
Later she gave me something.
I thought it was a signal, secretly treated it as good news.
Then she vanished from the world.
I was like a liquidated fool, searching the entire city for her.
I only heard she moved to another city, got married, and is living well.
Like how the big players pump a segment, then turn around to trade another pair.
I also switched to a new target.
New narrative, new story, I pretended I'd already broken even.
Until one day, I dug out that pile of dusty old things.
In a black plastic bag, I saw a bright red scarf.
I broke down right there.
Turns out that year, she really did like me.
It's just that liking was liking, but in the end it belonged to someone else's account.
So this memory, I'm planning to liquidate it today.
Not because it's worthless.
It's because it almost belonged to me—that's what cuts deepest.
Who wants to take this position off my hands?
Anyway, the market taught me the harshest lesson:
It's not that it never rallied.
It's that it rallied, but you didn't profit from me.