A poem describing chaotic emotions

Wine turns sadness into tears of love. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. The empty stern can't bear much worry. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. I will compare my heart to the bright moon. How does the moon clear the canal? The moon is full of cloudy eyes, people are sad and happy, and accidents are difficult to achieve.