Jackson was a great man. He devoted his life to music and lost his precious childhood. He was almost killed by two white girls when he was a child. He is not only devoted to music, but also a famous philanthropist, filial to his parents, caring for and doting on his children. He is not only a good father, but also a dutiful son, who silently endured the abuse of others since he was a child. Why don't those people understand him? . . Deep down in his heart, the wound is actually deep. . . . . He is like a homeless man with a hangover. My hair is messy, and I still feel dirty even if I wash my hair every day. The posture is distorted and manipulated by a bunch of people. My nose is crooked. Although it is the result of plastic surgery, I still feel like I was punched. Rough skin, although it is the result of changing skin, still feels like long-term malnutrition and lack of care. In the process of being carried into the hospital, from the hospital to the morgue, and then from the morgue to the autopsy place, he must be even worse: his limp arm will swing with the chaotic pace, hit the corner of the corridor, cross the electrocardiograph, be picked up from the stretcher at will by the doctor or anyone, and then thrown back on the stretcher. The twisted head will drool because of "sleeping in the wrong position". Coagulated blood, sweat, saliva, feces ... life liquid that has lost its temperature and vitality flows out of this body that has lost any vital signs, adheres to sheets and clothes, and the smell is dispersed in the air. Everything is so chaotic, rude and urgent. He was also a good deal in debt. Behind him are elderly mothers and underage children. His mansion may be taken away by the bank and auctioned by the court. His favorite musical instruments, toys and collectibles may be taken away, or they may be randomly discarded in some dark and dirty warehouse. He and all his things will be divided. Some people shout injustice because of the distribution problem, and some people will take the opportunity to enrich themselves. Those who owe him money will be happy, because once the debt is lost in this chaos, it is likely to be forgiven. People who owe money will be depressed, because once the distribution of inheritance is limited to chaos, the chances of paying back the money will be even more slim. ..... this is the story of MJ. At the last moment of his life, he rushed to meet the arrival of death like a man possessed by a dying god. There is no time for reminiscence, nostalgia, disappointment, fear, crying, laughing, dancing or singing. He just left, accompanied by the cries of several relatives and friends, the cries of doctors in panic, the ticking of electrocardiographs, the exhaust of oxygen cylinders, the chaotic footsteps, and the roar of ambulances, police cars, cars and vans outside the hospital. This is the last song that the world brought to him. In short, MJ has been imitated and never surpassed. 100% was unprecedented, and no one came after 99%. I hope he will be happy in heaven. Note: Plagiarism is shameful! ! I hope the landlord can adopt it, thank you ~