Double Sided

You need to wear a mask and pretend to be someone else to live, so why am I not the same. You have your last resort, and I have my helplessness. Survival, after all, is a competitive game. I will not and cannot ask you to throw away your mask and give up yourself for me. You told me that there is no room for carelessness in the trajectory of life, and what I hope is that after taking off the mask, we can still recognize each other and hug each other. You show your gentle side in front of me, he shows your bright side in front of me, and I show your well-behaved side in front of you. After the passage of time, when we take off the masks, will we be able to find a little bit of familiarity with each other? I'm Joan.