I want to write an article about MJ. The reason why I haven't written anything yet is because he is MJ. To the fans who love him, he is an idol, a role model and a dream. But it was also indescribably painful. To people who don't know him well, he is a superstar, a weirdo, and the Wacko+Jacko of the tabloids. He pays for funerals for impoverished black artists, but people only stare at his pale face and say he betrays the race. He visits orphanages around the world and opens the door to Neverland to countless children, but is sued in court again and again by the children he rescues. I don't know since when, people were more interested in discussing his nose, his skin, and his sexual orientation. From "is he" to "is he", the media overwhelmingly guided public opinion. Until June 25, 2009, the media's evaluation of him once again changed dramatically. And it was unprecedentedly consistent, as if the Wacko+Jacko they had ridiculed for more than ten years had never existed. People seemed to suddenly remember his talent, his music, his charity, and his greatness. They said "the star has fallen", "the legend is no longer" and "the era is over" as if with great sadness. They never thought that he did not fall just now. He had been exhausted physically and mentally a long time ago. If, in the past, you have only read various rumors about him from newspapers and online media, then this time, can you read his story from the people who love him. MJ, I hope you can live to be very old, even if you can never moonwalk again, that's fine.