Under its quiet, short-lined surface, the poem is about accepting imperfection, in people, in love, and in the world. The speaker begins by calling flaws "only human" and criticizing those who lack compassion. Then the mood darkens. Fairytales may end happily, but hearts "continuously shed tears," and the speaker suggests nothing truly ends until death. The lines about hiding feelings behind "false meanings" hint at someone who keeps their pain private, perhaps to avoid being rejected.
The second half moves to the night sky. The speaker gazes at stars described as "an arranged mess" and clouds drifting past a sun that has long set. These images of disorder that still look beautiful lead to the final line: "Everything tainted, / Is still perfect." The mood is wistful and reflective, a little sad but ultimately gentle. The speaker seems to find peace by seeing beauty in what is broken, including themselves.