MJ, I know that once the darkroom is closed, it will never be seen again after 1000 years. However, if we pass on our love like you, can we still see your silly smile in heaven after the flowers and plants around your grave have withered for decades?

MJ, maybe you didn't really leave, maybe you just turned into countless warm energy and truly integrated with nature. Perhaps the first drop of dew we saw on the flowers and plants on the balcony in the morning is the embodiment of your clear eyes. ...

MJ, all along, you are like the lonely "inspiration tree" in Neverland, standing still in your dream, waiting for the moon in your heart alone. Now you must be on your own planet, smiling with the stars. Whenever you look up at the sky, you will always feel warm, just like the little prince said: like a flower. If you love a flower that grows on a star, when you look up at the sky at night, you will feel sweet and happy, and all the stars seem to be in full bloom. ...

I left too early. The deceased, like a husband, stayed up all night and didn't stay for anyone. Maybe even the time itself would feel tired and helpless.

MJ, four months ago, you waved your hand and ended your time journey. This is an indelible scar of time. However, MJ, you may not know that time itself can feel your love, and how warm you smile during the time you intercepted.