Life can't come back, just as dead people can't start over. Goran Dukic abandoned the idea of suicide in traditional Western religious consciousness. He showed a scene that is more desolate and desolate than real life. There is no paradise in this place. It also lacks the captivating soul of hell, and those who rashly choose to lose their lives continue their deadly lives here, each telling their own fortunes, occasional sadness, occasional grotesque, but lacking the sharp spear that shakes the soul, we can’t interpret it. To the repentance and anguish of the deceased, it seems that floating in another space between hell and heaven is happier than living in the gap of reality.
Looking for true love after death, just like "Dream Traveler" with black wings under the breath of Shunji Iwai, continuing his youthful dance steps in the eyes of real differences, looking for his love philosophy in the crowd, Goran Dukic may not be better than others Unique insight, arguably just putting an old soul in a slightly fanciful husk, all the appeal quickly fades away with time, except for the murmur of singing and the pretty face I can't remember anymore From any other details, I will not have the feeling of cherishing life, nor will I have the urge to examine love, I will only light a cigarette in the habit, and quickly show the picture about Shannyn Sossamon when I slowly exhale the smoke ring, It is enough to remember that this moment in life once met her in light and shadow.
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