When the axe comes to the forest The tree said, 'Don't be afraid, our hands are made by us, they are our own people.' When the coin price is halved Some people say: at least the team is still building, it's our own people When the project lies flat Some people say: The narrative is still there, wait and see, our own people won't run away When liquidity dries up Some people say: at least once pulled a deal, made a profit, and our own people won't deceive us finally The tree is gone The forest is gone The axe is still looking for the next batch of 'own people' to cut Continue issuing coins