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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,