Someday I wrote...
Not sure I am the proud, fragile rose, the regreful little prince or the tamed fox.
If I were the fox,
How much will I miss the color of the golden hair while seeing the grain fileds?
If I were the lillte prince,
How much should I learn and pain to realize the most valuable thing out of my whole life?
And if, I were the arrogant rose,
Am I the special and the only treasure to my little prince?
Will he spend all his time listening to me again and understand all the affections lying behind my poor strategems?
I seem to lose my direction in the vast, dim sky, can't do anything but wait for the star where my beloved lives shining, laughing to me.
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