“Everyone has a star of their own,” he said, looking at me with earnest eyes.
“What about me?”
“You will, too.”
From the day people meet, they begin to drift apart.
The last words he spoke were carried away by the wind, floating toward the pink clouds in the sky.
Just as when he came, he left without a fuss or a sound, carried toward the heavens by the birds.
The Little Prince had left.
And my star would soon shine in the night sky.
Theme: An encounter may not lead to a happy ending, but it always has meaning.
