然后，他哀伤地说：

"That will be so amusing! You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water..."And he too said nothing more, becuase he was crying...

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems . For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You― you alone― will have the stars as no one else has them―""What are you trying to say"

“我也一样，明天，要回家去了……”

“我不会分开你的。”

There was nothing but a flash of yellow close to his ankle. He remained motionless for an instant. He did not cry out. He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound, because of the sand.

"I shall be much more afraid this evening..."Once again I felt myself frozen by the sense of something irreparable. And I knew that I could not bear the thought of never hearing that laughter any more. For me, it was like a spring of fresh water in the desert.