原乡珠玉在前，献丑了。
多情总是总无情，
唯觉樽前笑不成。
蜡烛有心还惜别，
替人垂泪到天明。
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.
