Little brother, I've run away,
There is no banquet that doesn't end,
This feast has arrived at its final moment,
The delicacies have long been consumed,
Only cold leftovers remain, a sight of chaos.
The wise have quietly left after getting their fill,
You are still reluctant to leave, slow to realize,
Clattering your bowl with chopsticks,
Imagining and hoping for another delicious main course,
In the end, what awaits is the hefty bill for this feast,
Someone always has to foot the bill, and this time it's you!
