At Dusk, There Is a Blood-Stained Gardenia

The rain was still falling, but the setting sun was so dazzling that it was confusing. A man with a small white flower on the back of his hand walked like that, with a slight smile on his face, walking on the path at dusk. The warm sunshine of the setting sun shone on the small white flower on the back of his hand, and the raindrops gently dripped on the small white flower, shimmering with light.