The world is like an iceberg, one-third of the beauty and two-thirds of the pain.
One-third is bathed in the sun, warm and cozy;
Two-thirds of it is buried deep in the darkness that the sun cannot penetrate, cold and heavy.
You ask me, do you hear the sound of flowers blooming?
I shook my head,
You asked me if I saw your cry?
I shook my head,
You ask me what's wrong?
I'm just blind,
Two-thirds of the world cannot be clearly seen or understood.