Brother, I ran Eth 2600,

There is no banquet that does not end,

This feast has reached its final moment,

The delicacies have long been eaten,

Only leftover scraps remain, a scene of chaos.

The wise have already left after getting full,

You, oblivious, still refuse to leave,

Clanging your bowl with chopsticks,

Hoping for another delicious main dish,

In the end, what awaits is the hefty bill for this feast,

Someone always has to pay for the banquet, and this time it's you.