“的确，我爱你，”花儿对他说道，“但因为我的错误，你一向都不晓得我爱你。这已经不首要了。不过，你也和我一样的笨。但愿你此后能幸运。把罩子放在一边吧，我用不着它了。”
我想小王子大抵是操纵一群野生鸟类迁徙的机遇分开的。在他解缆的那天凌晨，他把他的星球清算得整整齐齐，把它上头的活火山打扫得干清干净。他有两个活火山，早上热早餐很便利。他另有一座死火山。就像他所说的：“今后的事情谁说得清呢！”以是，他也把它打扫洁净。他想，说不定今后它还会活动呢！清理洁净了，它便能够渐渐地、有规律地燃烧，而不会俄然喷发。火山喷发就像烟囱里的火焰一样。当然，在我们地球上，我们人显得太小了，不能清理火山，以是火山给我们带来很多很多费事。
"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you― you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... let the glass globe be. I don’t want it any more.""But the wind―"
"I have been silly , " she said to him, at last. "I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy..."He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered, the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet sweetness.
The little prince also pulled up, with a certain sense of dejection, the last little shoots of the baobabs. He believed that he would never want to return. But on this last morning all these familiar tasks seemed very precious to him. And when he watered the flower for the last time, and prepared to place her under the shelter of her glass globe, he realised that he was very close to tears.