The crab is peeling my shell, and the notebook is writing about me.

I landed on maple leaves and snowflakes.

You're thinking about me.

Excerpted from a netizen's interpretation:

This poem has three meanings, and then I saw the fourth one:

I'm shelling a crab. I'm writing a notebook. Snowflakes and maple leaves fall on me all over the sky, and I am thinking of you.

Second, crabs can't peel me off, notebooks can't write about me, I can't land on snowflakes and maple leaves all over the sky, and you can't miss me.

Only when the world is upside down will you fall in love with me.

Four, I am dead, the crab is peeling my shell, and the notebook says it is to commemorate me. Snowflakes and maple leaves fall on my grave, and you only think of me at this time.

To tell the truth, maybe the original author didn't mean what he wanted to say, but from these interpretations, I can see that people have different definitions of inviting books or saying love.