You know-when a person is so sad, he likes the sunset …

You know-when a person is depressed, he especially likes to watch the sunset. ...

If a person falls in love with a flower, and this flower has only one star among hundreds of millions, then looking at the stars is enough to make him happy. He can say to himself, "Somewhere, my flowers are there …" But if a sheep eats flowers, all his stars will be dark in an instant … and you don't think it's important!

If a person has a special liking for a flower, which is unique in the vast galaxy, then he will be satisfied as long as he looks up at the starry sky. He would mutter to himself, "My flower is somewhere in the Milky Way …" However, once this flower is eaten by a sheep, all the stars will be dim in an instant … Do you think this is not important?

All good things must come to an end. Say goodbye sooner or later.

The flowers are so inconsistent! But I am too young to know how to love her …

Flowers are always duplicitous, and I am too young to know how to love and protect her. ...

Because she didn't want him to see her cry. She is such a proud flower …

In fact, she didn't want the little prince to see her cry. What a proud flower she is! ...

My flower is short-lived, and she only has four thorns to resist the world. I stayed alone on my planet!

My flower life is short. She only has four thorns to protect herself from the world, but I left her alone on my planet!

She is the only rose in the whole universe.

To me, you are just a little boy, just like thousands of other little boys. I don't need you. You don't need me anymore. ?

To me, you are just a little boy, no different from thousands of other little boys. I don't need you. You don't need me either. To you, I am no different from thousands of other foxes. But if you tame me, we will need each other. To me, you are unique; I am unique to you. ...

The wheat field has nothing to say to me. This is pathetic. But your hair is blonde. Think about it, when you tame me, how good it would be! The golden ears of wheat will remind me of you. I like listening to the wind in the wheat field.

The wheat field has nothing to do with me. It's really depressing. But you have blond hair. Think about it, if you tame me, how good it would be! Wheat is also golden, which reminds me of you. I want to hear the wind in the wheat field ...

? ? We need each other.

Men forget this truth. But you can't forget it. You will always be responsible for what you tame. You are responsible for your roses ...

This is my secret, a simple secret: one can only see the truth if one looks with his heart. The truth of the matter is invisible only with the eyes.

It is the time you waste on your rose that makes your rose so important.

The time you spend on roses makes your roses so important.

I want to give you a present.