多情卻似總無情，

How come our passionate love became a silent, unspoken one,

唯覺尊前笑不成。

how come did we not even smile during this farewell feast?

蠟燭有心還惜別，

The candle seemingly empathized with our wrench,

替人垂淚到天明。

weeping all night long till the end of its wick.