He was a little discouraged. But he made one more effort:"You know, it will be very nice. I, too, shall look at the stars. All the stars will be wells with a rusty pulley. All the stars will pour out fresh water for me to drink..."I said nothing.
His look was very serious, like some one lost far away.
“这就仿佛我已经给你一大堆会笑出声来的小铃铛，而不是星星……”
我缓慢达到墙边，恰好用度量接住我的这位小王子。他的神采雪一样惨白。
我也坐了下来，因为我再也站立不住了。他说道：“就是现在……就如许了。”
"What does this mean" I demanded. "Why are you talking with snakes"I had loosened the golden muffler that he always wore. I had moistened his temples, and had given him some water to drink. And now I did not dare ask him any more questions. He looked at me very gravely, and put his arms around my neck. I felt his heart beating like the heart of a dying bird, shot with someone’s rifle...
I waited a long time. I could see that he was reviving little by little.
"Tonight, it will be a year... my star, then, can be found right above the place where I came to the Earth, a year ago...""Little man," I said, "tell me that it is only a bad dream― this affair of the snake, and the meeting-place, and the star..."But he did not answer my plea. He said to me, instead: "The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen...""Yes, I know..."