I didn't want to die, so he threw me in the sky

If I was a constellation,
I would wear a dress of black
embroidered with a trail of stars
sparkling down my back.

Will I be pretty like Cassiopeia
or have the strength of Hercules?
Will I shine as bright as Sirius
or guide lost sailors overseas?

I wonder who would put me there
and what my myth would be.
Who will tell my story?
Will they remember me?

I'll be so far from everyone,
in a corner of these lonely skies,
but if I'm seen by just one being
I will finally close my eyes.