You fixate on the illusion of floating profits and wild celebrations

While hiding your stop-loss orders deep in the drawer

When the K-line pierces through the final defense

That stubbornness of refusing to cut losses

Is the true culprit behind account shrinkage

Behind every ghost of a forced liquidation

Stand 100 flesh-and-blood traders unwilling to stop loss

Losses are the breath of trading

Stop-loss is the oxygen for survival

The gilded motto on the discipline card

Pierces through all armor of luck

“Loss is not failure, refusing to stop loss is”