Goodbye Venice, Reivew on The Wings of the Dove

We want us to beg us to spy on us every time we act in a drama, we are scared at every step, we wander in the ambiguous zone of reason and fanaticism, hunt for the gap in the moral bottom line, and after struggling, we are relieved in the name of love, pretending to be kind and deceiving ourselves, and betraying the ups and downs of Venice. The rain and the city became the indelible ashes in the memory and turned into your tearful pupils on the bed of love.

The last pawn and chariot injury This game turned us into two unbearable selves. In the name of love, it is like falling into the abyss. In the evasive eyes, we saw the scars that could not be wiped away from each other, the deeper and deeper they were buried, the more resentful they were. You and I, personally created and tore apart the dream of love and the trust in your own soul.

Oh Venice gave me a pair of dove wings.

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