When the flowers bloom on the other shore, all that can be seen is a blaze of red. The flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. They long for and cherish each other, yet can never meet, each alone along the road to the other shore. The flowers of the other shore bloom serenely there forever; the heart on this shore can only wander here in solitude. The flowers of the other shore: a demon's tenderness. Legend says these flowers willingly descended into hell. The demons sent them back, but they continued to linger along the Yellow Springs Road. Unable to bear it, the demons agreed to let them bloom along the path, offering guidance and comfort to the souls leaving the human world.
The description is about the red spider lily.
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