It's snowing

Bro, I have liquidated my positions
There are no eternal banquets in the world
This feast has already reached its final moment
The delicacies and seafood have long been consumed
Only leftover scraps and cold dishes remain, a mess everywhere
The smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left
You, still unaware, are unwilling to leave
Tapping the bowl with chopsticks loudly
Fantasizing about the next delicious and sumptuous main course
But in the end, all you get is the huge bill for this feast

Someone has to pay the bill for the feast
And this time, it's you who will pay