Desperate to See Through

Are you strong? Don't think so. I always thought I could go on like this alone, but I still got used to it. Even though I was used to his presence, I still had to make the decision to leave. Not far away, not far away, just passing by. But still reluctant. And what about that face of salvation that appears when you are alone, the gentleness after you can't control it? Do you have the courage to accept it? Conspiracies follow one after another, and in the face of changes, can I abandon them and live alone? Conception: