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.