#欧盟隐私币禁令 A sudden heavy rain, the black umbrella shrinks under the eaves, water droplets condensing on its ribs. The rose curls up beside the trash can, its petals smeared with mud. The umbrella remembers the warmth of being tightly held by a girl, and the rose longs for the gaze on the glass of the flower shop. When the elderly scavenger picks up the rose and places it in the groove of the umbrella handle, the rusted ribs of the umbrella suddenly tremble - it turns out they have both been waiting to become a cherished part of each other's lives, together supporting a stubborn shade of red in the damp dusk.