I don't know why I'm obsessed with the sky.
If I've to have wings like 'Icarus', I'll fly towards the sky freely, even towards the sun while my wax feathers get melted and drip like blood because of the golden flames of the sun and while I fall into the sea and die like the 'Icarus' himself.
Later I realize (after I met you) that I'm actually obsessed with the things that are infinite, like the sky like you.
You are the sky my love. And I am 'Icarus'.