Скачать или смотреть Bitcoin White Paper Dreams. 比特币白皮书之梦 (Lyrics and music： Dr Robert Lee 吐血力作， NO：RLAM-F-0025）

(Verse 1)
Sixteen years gone, I still remember,
That white paper dream in November.
A promise of freedom, a love so true,
Decentralized hope we once pursued.
You shined like gold in the early light,
A rebel's song through the silent night.
We danced on blocks, with hearts on fire,
Built on trust, not on empire.

(Chorus)
Oh, where did our white paper dreams go?
We rose high, then fell so low.
Through love and war, the world’s debate,
Now you seem so far from our first date.
You promised a path, no ties, no chains,
But power and greed have staked their claims.
Our love ain't dead, but it sure feels strange,
Bitcoin, how did we ever change?

(Verse 2)
I remember the thrill of your early days,
Where every block told a tale of grace.
We weathered storms, saw fortunes made,
Through love and loss, and dreams that swayed.
But now I see you dressed in suits,
Old ideals lost in polished boots.
What happened to that untamed heart?
Now big hands hold what we built apart.

(Chorus)
Oh, where did our white paper dreams go?
We rose high, then fell so low.
Through love and war, the world’s debate,
Now you seem so far from our first date.
You promised a path, no ties, no chains,
But power and greed have staked their claims.
Our love ain't dead, but it sure feels strange,
Bitcoin, how did we ever change?

(Bridge)
They called you a bubble, a fool’s parade,
But I stood by you, through plans they made.
Even when shadows haunted our way,
I believed in a brighter day.
Now I’m left with whispers of truth,
The dreams we had in our restless youth.
Did we lose the plot or learn too late?
Was it destiny or just fate?

(Chorus)
Oh, where did our white paper dreams go?
We rose high, then fell so low.
Through love and war, the world’s debate,
Now you seem so far from our first date.
You promised a path, no ties, no chains,
But power and greed have staked their claims.
Our love ain't dead, but it sure feels strange,
Bitcoin, how did we ever change?

(Outro)
Sixteen years and the dance goes on,
A lover’s waltz, a broken song.
I still hold hope, though hearts are bruised,
For white paper dreams we once knew.


Dr Robert Lee 1/Nov/2024