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When I was a little boy I lived in an old house, and legend told us that a treasure was buried there.
當我還是一個小孩子的時候，我住在一座古老的房子里，而且傳說，這個房子里埋藏著一個寶貝。
To be sure, no one had ever known how to find it; perhaps no one had ever even looked for it.
當然，從來沒有任何人能發現這個寶貝，可能，甚至也沒有人去尋找過。
But it cast an enchantment over that house.
但是，這個寶貝使整個房子著了魔似的。
My home was hiding a secret in the depths of its heart...
我家的房子在它的心靈深處隱藏著一個秘密…
"Yes," I said to the little prince. "The house, the stars, the desert– what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!"
我對小王子說道：“是的，無論是房子，星星，或是沙漠，使它們美麗的東西是看不見的！”
"I am glad," he said, "that you agree with my fox."
“我真高興，你和我的狐貍的看法一樣。”小王子說。
As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more.
小王子睡覺了，我就把他抱在懷里，又重新上路了。
I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure.
我很激動。就好象抱著一個脆弱的寶貝。
It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth.
就好象在地球上沒有比這更脆弱的了。
In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself:
我借著月光看著這慘白的面額，這雙緊閉的眼睛，這隨風飄動的綹綹頭發，這時我對自己說道：
What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible...
我所看到的僅僅是外表。最重要的是看不見的…
As his lips opened slightly with the suspicious of a half-smile,
由于看到他稍稍張開的嘴唇露出一絲微笑，
I said to myself, again: What moves me so deeply, about this little prince who is sleeping here,
我又自言自語地說：在這個熟睡了的小王子身上，
is his loyalty to a flower– the image of a rose that shines through his whole being like the fame of a flamp, even when he is asleep...
使我非常感動的，是他對他那朵花的忠誠，是在他心中閃爍的那朵玫瑰花的形象。
And I felt him to be more fragile still.
我就感覺到他更加脆弱。
I felt the need of protecting him, as if he himself were a flame that might be extinguished by a little puff of wind...
應該保護燈焰這朵玫瑰花，即使在小王子睡著了的時候，也象一盞燈的火焰一樣在他身上閃耀著光輝。一陣風就可能把它吹滅…
And, as I walked on so, I found the well, at daybreak.
于是，就這樣走著，我在黎明時發現了水井。
