The speaker asks a rose where its scent went, and the rose replies that the autumn took it away. They then ask spring why it has lines on its forehead, and spring says it is because its wounds have been salted. Unable to find beauty or answers in the garden anymore, the speaker leaves and now wanders without purpose.
The speaker asks a rose where its scent went, and the rose replies that the autumn took it away. They then ask spring why it has lines on its forehead, and spring says it is because its wounds have been salted. Unable to find beauty or answers in the garden anymore, the speaker leaves and now wanders without purpose.
The speaker asks a rose where its scent went, and the rose replies that the autumn took it away. They then ask spring why it has lines on its forehead, and spring says it is because its wounds have been salted. Unable to find beauty or answers in the garden anymore, the speaker leaves and now wanders without purpose.
I asked the spring, why the lines on your forehead? It said, “For my wounds have been salted.” So I left the garden that once bloomed And since then, I wander, aimless.