Brother, I ran away at Eth 3800.

All good things must come to an end,
This feast has reached its final moment,
The delicacies of the mountains and seas have long been finished.
Only leftovers remain, and the scene is a complete mess.
The clever ones have quietly left after filling their stomachs.
You are still reluctant to leave, even though you are belatedly aware.
Knocking the bowl with chopsticks makes a tinkling sound,
Imagine looking forward to the next delicious and sumptuous main course,
The result ultimately welcomed the enormous bill for this feast,
Someone always has to foot the bill for the feast, and this time it's you paying.