“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well…”
“If you come at 4 p.m., I’ll be excited from 3 p.m.”
Healing time writing The Little Prince in Japanese!
Fill out the timeless fairy tale "The Little Prince," which reminds us of love, friendship, and the true values ​​of life, by hand, one page at a time, in Japanese!

The Little Prince, an immortal classic and masterpiece, allows us to realize what truly important values ​​are in life through the world seen through the innocent eyes of the little prince and the various people he meets in it.
First published in 1943, it has been translated into over 300 languages ​​and sold over 200 million copies, and is still loved by countless readers around the world.
Saint-Exupéry disappeared during a reconnaissance flight in 1944, at the age of 44, and became a legend along with The Little Prince.
One day, a small being, the Little Prince, approached a pilot who had made an emergency landing in the desert.
This beautiful story, written by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, meets us again through the special journey of Japanese transcription.
Let's write down, word by word, the adventures and encounters the Little Prince experiences on his journey through the stars, and the deep emotions contained within them.


The time spent transcribing "The Little Prince" will be more than just a time of copying the text and learning the language; it will be a special time of walking along the Little Prince's moving journey.
As you write the story, you can see the world through the eyes of the little prince, feel the world through his heart, and experience the joy of discovering the true meaning of life.
Let's embark on a happy and healing journey by transcribing this wonderful work into Japanese, hoping that we will be immersed in the world of The Little Prince, achieve great success in learning Japanese, and that the Little Prince's star-like heart will become a warm light in our lives.

Write down, word by word, the adventures and encounters the Little Prince experiences on his journey through the stars, and the deep emotions contained within them.
The time spent transcribing "The Little Prince" will be more than just a time of copying the text and learning the language; it will be a time of walking along the Little Prince's journey.
How about writing a story and experiencing the joy of seeing the world through the eyes of the Little Prince, feeling the world through his heart, and discovering the true meaning of life?

--- p.7

The strange boy continued to look at me with a thoughtful expression.
Afterwards, I tried to draw a relatively good picture of this child.
But clearly my paintings don't match the charm of the real thing.
This is not my fault.
Because I gave up my dream of becoming an artist when I was six because of adults, I haven't touched art since then.
There are only pictures of boa constrictors with their insides hidden and pictures of boa constrictors with their insides visible.

--- p.24

“No! I don’t want an elephant in a boa constrictor.
Boa constrictors are too dangerous, and elephants are too big to be a nuisance.
My house is really small.
I like sheep.
“Draw me a sheep.” So I drew a sheep.

--- p.30

“What, you came from the sky too, mister! What planet were you on?”
I suddenly felt like I had stumbled upon this child's secret, so I immediately asked back.
“Does that mean you’re from some other planet?”
--- p.38

So I learned one more important fact.
The star that the child lives on is a little bigger than a house!
--- p.44

It covers the entire star with its lush foliage and pokes holes in the star with its roots.
So if the star is small and densely covered with baobabs, the star will explode.

--- p.64

“I once saw the sunset forty-four times in one day!”
After saying this, the little prince added a little later:
“I see... When people get really sad, they want to see the sunset....”
“So, was that day when you looked at the sunset for the 44th time very sad?”
But the little prince made no answer.

--- p.74

I have a flower that is unique to me, a flower that exists nowhere else but on my planet, and even if I knew that just one little sheep might eat the flower, and that the sheep might suddenly eat the flower without even knowing what it was doing, would I still say that it doesn't matter?
--- p.84

The flower yawned, perhaps because she was too concerned about her appearance.
“Hwaaam~ I just woke up… I’m sorry… My hair is still a mess….”
Then, words came out of the little prince's mouth without thinking.
“Yes, it’s pretty!”
--- p.92

I think the child must have used a migratory bird when he came out of the star.
The morning he came out of his star, the little prince tidied up his planet.
The soot from the burning volcano was carefully brushed away.
The star had two burning volcanoes, perfect for warming up breakfast.

--- p.104

“I have a flower, and I water it every day.
There are also three volcanoes that erupt every week, clearing away soot.
Even an extinct volcano needs to shake off its soot.
Just in case.
Making it mine is for the volcano and for the flowers.
But you don't have a heart for stars… … .”
--- p.156

“We don’t record flowers,” the doctor said.
“Why! You’re the prettiest!”
“Because flowers are fleeting.”
“What does it mean to be fleeting?”
--- p.178

“Is it possible that the stars twinkle so that people can find their own stars when they happen to look up at the sky?
Look, my star! It's right above my head... ...and it's really far away!"
“It’s pretty,” said the snake.
“What are you doing here?”
“I don’t get along well with flowers,” said the little prince.

--- p.192

“Good morning,” said the little prince.
It was a garden full of roses.
“Hello,” the roses answered in unison.
The little prince looked at the many roses.
They all looked exactly like the little prince's flowers.
“What are your names?” asked the little prince, his mouth wide open.
“We are called roses,” the roses answered in unison.
--- p.204

It was then that the fox appeared.
“Hello,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince said politely and turned around, but there was no one there.
I hear a voice saying, “Here you are.”
“Under the apple tree…….”
“Who are you?” asked the little prince.
“You are really cute…….”
“I am a fox,” the fox answered.
“Come, let us play,” called the little prince.
“I’m so sad…….”
“I can’t play with you.
“I am not tamed by you,” said the fox.
“Ah! I’m sorry,” said the little prince.

--- p.210

“If you tame me, we will need each other.
You will be the only one in the world for me.
“I too will become the one and only fox in the world with you… … .”
“I think I know,” said the little prince.

“I have a flower... that flower must have tamed me....”
--- p.214

And look! See those wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread, so wheat fields are of no value to me.
I don't feel anything when I look at a wheat field.
That's kind of sad! But your hair is golden.
So you'll love wheat fields too.
If you tame me! When I see the golden color of the wheat fields, I will think of you.

--- p.218

If you come at 4pm, I'll be excited from 3pm.
And as time goes by, I get more and more excited, and when it gets to 4 o'clock, I get so excited that I can't sit still and my heart pounds.
That's how I savor happiness!
--- p.222

“Goodbye,” said the fox.

“Here's my secret.
It's really simple.
If you don't look with your heart, you won't see clearly.
“The true nature of things cannot be seen with the eyes.”
“What is real is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated.
So that I don't forget these words.

“It is the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so precious.”
“The time I spent for the rose...” the little prince repeated.
So as not to forget.

--- p.232

The little prince said.
“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well…….”
--- p.246

“When I look at the sky at night, I will be living in one of the countless stars and smiling there.
So, to the old man, it's as if all the stars are smiling.
“The old man has a starry sky that smiles at him!”
--- p.284

Something just glowed yellow.
It was near the scapula.
The child's movements stopped for a moment.
There was no sound.
It fell down like that.
It felt like a tree was falling.
There wasn't even a sound because of the sand.

--- p.298

Look at the sky.
And think about it with your heart.
Depending on how you think about 'Did the sheep eat the flower?', readers will see a completely different world.
And not a single adult will understand how important this is!

--- p.304