I’m a Skilled Aviator Flying an Aircraft of Love. I Lost the Flight Control, But Survived the Crash Somehow. I Lost my License To Fly again. I never knew that Memories Can Cause such Severe Turbulence. I keep Looking Up at the Sky Wondering if it still Remembers Me. I keep Staring at the Passing Clouds They never even bother to Look down. Sometimes, I think I Shouldn’t have Lost Control. But Sometimes, I think I Shouldn’t have Survived the Crash.