"Goodbye," he said to the flower. “再见吧。”他对他的花儿说。 But she made

no answer. 可她却没有回答他。 "Goodbye," he said again. “再见。”他又说了一遍。 The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold. 花咳嗽了一声。但这并不是因为她感冒了。 "I have been silly," she said to him, at last. "I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy..."  “一直以来我都太傻了。”最后她对他说。“我请求你的原谅。你一定要幸福……” He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all bewildered, the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not understand this quiet sweetness. 他很惊讶，她没有责备他。他站在那里，手里举着那个玻璃罩，完全不知所措。他不清楚她怎么会这么安静而温柔。