Giant! In your immortal eyes,
The pain of the world,
These are all kinds of sad facts,
It should not be despised and ignored by the gods;
But what's the reward for your compassion?
What condenses my heart is silent pain;
Facing rocks, hungry eagles and chains,
It is the pain that proud people feel;
And the sadness he didn't want to talk about,
The bitter feeling in my chest,
It can only talk in loneliness,
And when you talk, you have to be on guard.
Who can hear in the sky, let alone sigh,
Unless it doesn't reply.
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Prometheus created man, imitated the god of sound at the same time, and finally made man make a sound and taught him knowledge and technical methods. At the same time, he challenged Zeus, the king of gods, and his hegemony over mankind.
In order to relieve the suffering of mankind without fire, Prometheus dared to steal the fire of heaven, thus bringing light and wisdom to mankind, and waged an indomitable struggle with Zeus, praising Prometheus' great spirit of not being afraid of violence and sacrificing everything for the people's interests.