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Blind God

The goddess of earth spoke to the god of sky,
The world needs changes,
And they need the clear eye of you, my darling,
Thus the moon was made.

The earth once again spoke to the sky,
The moon has no pair, the time was not made,
And they need your warm eye of you, my darling,

The sky opened his mouth for the first time,
If I give up the other eye, how can I see your face again?
The earth spoke to the sky, the greatest king of all,
Dear lord, who should you care the most, me or this world?