Brother, I've run Eth 2620,

There are no banquets that do not end,

This feast has reached its final moment,

The delicacies have long been consumed, leaving only cold leftovers and a scene of chaos.

The wise have already eaten their fill and quietly left,

You, still unaware, refuse to leave,

Banging your bowl with your chopsticks,

Hoping for the next delicious and sumptuous main course,

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

Someone always has to pay the bill, and this time it's you who pays.