C1812 Expressions and Changes

You know what?" I am afraid of your confessions and changes, of your sudden warmth and coldness, as I am afraid of a ship in a lost night that never seems to be able to land. In fact, I'm just a simple ray on a blank sheet of paper, I'm just a starting point for a prelude, all I need is a beacon, and I will persevere in the direction indicated by the beacon