高金心冷

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   It was the end of my student era, it was the end of time, in a way I could never imagine.

   The melancholy of graduation became nonsense by Michael’s passing away, but the two together indicated the end of some part of myself. Michael took away my adolescence, even the world stopped for him for some seconds in the incredibly shocking.

   If there was no Michael, my gesture of walking could be different, and I contend myself with noting in the term of Michael, but that the hard exercise re-shaped some part of my body. I believe Michael is in my leg, in my arm. One of my friends changed her signature in QQ after Michael’s passing, who once was invited by me into the team of performance several years ago. At least, my active has changed some body, changed them in the term of attitude towards Michael, which was also one of the proposes initially.

   My high school experience is nothing but un-happiness except Michael. Because of Michael I met people and became friends with each other, some people would contact me in the weekend on the phone just for topic of Michael, among whom including my present wife, Mr. Mimico. She is a supporter for Michael forever, but a critic of me, who can never be satisfied by my hard endeavor, until the several days ago, on the banquet, I angrily defended our Michael, she told me that I am Jackson kid, and her hero.

   How can people learn not to rush to judgment, but try to understand. For me, the very certain thing is that there is always more unknown things than known.

   All things have already for our August trip to UK, to see Michael. I have to admitted that, Mr. Mimico was greater enthusiast than me proclaiming that beside Michael, I have discovered the more wild richness of the world. I met Le Corbusier, Louis Kahn, etc, I was gradually forgetting Michael, even the moonwalk can not be done as smoothly as before.  

   The conclusion that it was Michael’s passing reminded me of him, and the past time, scared me horribly. If it is true, it would be a radical ending in my life, from where, the regret deriving would last in the rest of my life. And the shocking and pain that morning when I was told the sad news will haunt me forever. I afraid this is true in the term of growing up, which is an inevitable process of losing, of one’s loved things and people.

   No matter how painful Mr. Mimico and me were, we regard the bizarre way of passing as perhaps the only way can match Michael, anyway he was this kind of person who will never give you time to react confronting his amazing behaviors and miracle created, just like the way he did moonwalk.  

   Never Can Say Goodbye, my King,

   and I Want You Back.