Please tell me how not to think about his lyrics.

There are a few clouds floating in the sky and a few breezes blowing on the ground-the breeze stirred my hair and taught me how to miss her. Moonlight fell in love with the ocean, and the ocean fell in love with moonlight. Such a honey-like silver night taught me how to avoid her falling flowers on the water and the fish swimming slowly under the water. Swallow, what did you say?