原鄉珠玉在前，獻醜了。

多情總是總無情，

唯覺樽前笑不成。

蠟燭有心還惜別，

替人垂淚到天明。

Tender, tender heart under the veil of calmness,

How can I force a smile over this toast?

Even the flaming heart of a candle senses the parting grief,

Shedding scorching tears until our farewell dawn.