"... The little prince fell in love with a little flower on a planet far, far away. But she was very troublesome and proud. The little prince was helplessly entangled by her, so he came to a desert on the earth.
"Later, after many people's enlightenment, the little prince finally understood what he wanted. The little flower that he had always been concerned about and cared about, and had nothing to do with her, turned out to be the only rose in his life. ..."
This gentle voice is very familiar. He narrated slowly and softly. It turns out that a handful of sounds can be like waves of warm current. As long as you stretch out your hand, you can feel it...
I tentatively opened my eyes in the bright light. My hands were empty, but my breath seemed to still be there. Before the story of the little prince was finished, the surrounding sound kept coming, but the source of the sound was lonely.
She saw his back. A bit thin and neat. His hands were naturally in his pockets. He leaned against the front of the car. He seemed to be looking at the endless sea of clouds in the distance, and he seemed to have seen through the end of the sea of clouds.
It was so strange, just seeing his very quiet back, why did she suddenly feel cold.
"My eyes did not recognize him. But my ears remember his voice. And, my... Here," she gently ran the tip of her finger across the left breast, "... Also recognize him. "