Brother, I'm leaving BSC first.

There is no banquet that does not end; this feast has reached its final moment. The delicacies have long been consumed, leaving only cold remnants and a scene of chaos.

The wise have already eaten their fill and quietly left, while you, oblivious, are still reluctant to depart, clanging your chopsticks against the bowl, fantasizing and hoping for the next delicious and sumptuous main course. In the end, what awaits you is the hefty bill for this feast. Someone always has to foot the bill, and this time, it's you.