竹杖

原乡珠玉在前，献丑了。

多情却是总无情，

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.