In the last century, when the war sp劇生read to a small town in southern子我 Europe, a lovin藍爸g couple was about 兒學to part, because the boy was going to p空議articipate in the war to房志 defend his homeland. The音頻 girl knew that w雜廠ith this farewell, the boy m妹劇ight never be able to go ho答離me again, just 化理like their father 森司and brother, neither of whom wante短紙d to talk about the future. T不生hey smiled and kissed章上 goodbye, but their hands were身討 tight and unwilling to車頻 let go. They knew th媽話at their future was only in the hands o飛綠f God.

　　The boy left the girl with計人 a rose just picke用來d from the garden with morning dew, 鄉飛and a letter sealed with red 吧愛wax. The boy told the girl that whe雪長n the last petal of the rose fell, i自麗f he didn't come back, she would f也水orget him and start筆一 a new life of her own. The girl s行電tubbornly held bac了關k her tears, put the bo計綠uquet of roses in the flower bottle, f錢機olded her hands and prayed to God, e船土very day, pray...

　　When the bloody news of t是女he war was constantly話嗎 coming, those roses also seemed to kn不慢ow the girl's thoughts. There ha小視s long been no dew, no是花 fresh extract, and e事城ven the fragrance has gradually f話看aded, but there 我討is still no boy's word道黑. Miraculously, not a si自月ngle petal of the flow廠科er in the flower bot件開tle has fallen. Finally, in the 美能early morning of one da現開y, the tired boy, dr木腦essed in a triumpha街月nt shirt and with deposited scars, retu理裡rned to the girl's 微房door. Since then, I have h能又eld hands all my l風飛ife, never separated again, and the路唱re is a bunch of dry roses亮我 that are still standing.

　　As a result, the story of this遠樂 pair of lovers being favored by th能日e god of luck has been pass愛費ed down. So far in Europe, as lon飛問g as a boy and a gir金日l fall in love, they will 民廠keep a bouquet of roses or put t高光he petals in the Bi門妹ble to make eternal flowers that 街門never die. , pray to be as happ家歌y and lucky as they are for eternity!