orion
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I'm sorry
my fellow hunter,
I'm sorry.
Even though we had cared for each other.
Even though you had cherished me.
It was I who killed you.
I'm sorry
for my brother's jealousy.
It’s funny,
No matter where I go,
no matter what sky I’m under,
Orion always manages to find me.
See, there,
the three stars aligned together.
My heart shattered into a million pieces
and the wind blew the remnants across the sky,
So that they may shine like bright stars
among the Heavens at night,
