Later, the little prince came to the world and saw thousands of delicate and charming roses. He once began to suspect that the rose he once loved was not the only one. Until I met the fox, the fox told him: You domesticated me, and my life was completely different. I won't listen to other people's footsteps, but your footsteps will call me like music. See those wheat fields? It had nothing to do with me, but it was different after I met you. I will think of your hair, and the sound of the wind blowing in the wheat field will remind me of you.
The little prince suddenly realized. He went to say goodbye to the roses on the ground. She means more to me than all of you put together? Because I watered her myself, I put her in a glass cover and protected her with a screen. I listen to her ramble and silence, because she is my rose!