Brothers, I have run away,

There is no banquet that does not come to an end,

This feast has already reached its final moment,

The delicacies have long been consumed,

Only the remnants are left, a scene of devastation.

The wise have already eaten their fill and quietly left,

You, still unwilling to leave, are slow to realize,

Clanging your bowl with chopsticks,

Imagining and anticipating the next delicious and sumptuous main course,

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

Someone always has to pay for the feast, and this time it’s you who pays!