第二十七章[第1页/共3页]

And now six years have already gone by...

I have never yet told this story. The companions who met me on my return were well content to see me alive. I was sad, but I told them: "I am tired."Now my sorrow is comforted a little. That is to say― not entirely. But I know that he did go back to his planet, because I did not find his body at daybreak. It was not such a heavy body... and at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells...

Here, then, is a great mystery. For you who also love the little prince, and for me, nothing in the universe can be the same if somewhere, we do not know where, a sheep that we never saw has― yes or no― eaten a rose...

This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared.

偶然，我也很忐忑：“人偶然不免会忽视的，有一次结果就很难预感！如果某一天早晨他忘了罩玻璃罩子，或者小绵羊夜里不声不响地跑出来……”想到这里，小铃铛都变成泪珠了！

At one time I say to myself: "Surely not! The little prince shuts his flower under her glass globe every night, and he watches over his sheep very carefully..." Then I am happy. And there is sweetness in the laughter of all the stars.