现在是我在戈壁上产闹变乱的第八天。就在我听着有关这个小商贩的故事时，我喝完了备用的最后一滴水。
“戈壁真标致。”小王子又说道。
确切如此。我一向很喜好戈壁，坐在一个沙丘上，甚么也看不见、听不见。但是，却有一种说不出的东西在冷静地放着光……
He was tired. He sat down. I sat down beside him. And, after a little silence, he spoke again:"The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen."I replied, "Yes, that is so." And, without saying anything more, I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.
他平静地看着我，明白了我的设法：“我也渴了……我们去找一口井吧……”
But he did not reply to my question. He merely said to me:"Water may also be good for the heart..."I did not understand this answer, but I said nothing. I knew very well that it was impossible to cross-examine him.
When we had trudged along for several hours, in silence, the darkness fell, and the stars began to come out. Thirst had made me a little feverish, and I looked at them as if I were in a dream. The little prince’s last words came reeling back into my memory:"Then you are thirsty, too" I demanded.