种在花盆里的花种子依然在沉睡着——两周过去了,却一点也没有生命的迹象。我知道她们已经不会再发芽了。沮丧地看着那只小小的花盆,我知道是我让这些花种失去了向这个世界展现自己曼妙身姿的机会。一个个美丽的精灵在未成形之前就陨落在了我的手里。我的内心充满了失落,觉得自己成了一个荼毒生灵的刽子手。倘若当初我能够小心地浇水,而不是大水漫灌,那么她们也就不会被淹死;倘若当初我掌握了种植方法后再种,那么这些生命也就不至于香消玉殒——总之,是我害死了她们。 The seeds of flowers planted in the pot are still asleep - two weeks later, but no sign of life at all. I know they will not sprout again. Looking down at that little flowerpot in frustration, I knew I was missing out on these flowers to showcase their graceful form to this world. A beautiful elves fell in my hand before they formed. My heart is full of loss, feel that I have become a torture creature executioner. If I had been able to be careful about watering instead of flood irrigation, then they would not have been drowned; if I had planted them later, I would not have lost their lives - in short I killed them.