If Neumünster is my birthplace, where there is a girl as clean as spring water, then Berlin is my most unforgettable place, because here is the most thorny rose in the world. She approached me crazily, but was afraid that her sharp thorns would pierce the palm of my hand. But I was greedy for the blue lake, afraid that the smoke from the military uniform would pollute her. Finally one day, the lake merged into the ocean, and I only had That rose, no matter where I go, no matter whether things in the world are right or wrong, she says that I have a clear conscience, and she is happy. She says that as long as I am here, she is at ease. She has written thousands of love letters to me in Berlin, but I have not written one. Thank you for spending the rest of your life with me, beautiful and strong girl. This is a love letter from Neumünster. Please check it. Please always keep our love in your heart.
This story is purely fictional
Concept: Karl Bowman's World War II Romance
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