And that Selfish Giant again told me his story, how he had felt betrayed by the kids sneaking into his garden, how he had built this high wall, and it did keep the children out, but a grey winter fell over his garden and just stayed and stayed.
Et le Géant égoïste me racontait à nouveau son histoire. Son sentiment de trahison par les enfants qui se faufilaient dans son jardin. L'érection de ce grand mur qui empêchait les enfants d'entrer. Mais un hiver gris a envahi son jardin et est resté, longtemps.