[Write a MV] 7｜"You Don't Belong to Me" You, I can't have you forever; but your love can

Some people say that the most difficult thing in the world to give up is family.

However, I decided to sign this death contract.

mother's.

After signing, the sky suddenly dropped a bubble as blue as it, and I subconsciously opened my hand like I did when I was a child, trying to catch it firmly. Unexpectedly, a touch is a bubble.

Well, it tells me it's time to go.

Go to the window as usual and hold up your umbrella.

This time, to see you.

After collecting the umbrella, I patted the jacket unnaturally and carefully, vowing to pat away any dust that had a chance of sticking to it.

In front of you, you must be decent.

I sorted myself out and looked around, I couldn't help being excited, and I shouted in my heart, I'm home!

"An Yiqi"

Mom, forgive me, I can't call your mom yet.

You woke up when you heard this, a little surprised, but not frightened.

You are getting old, your favorite flowers have changed, and the chair by the bed has been changed. This home I have no time, no way, and no possibility to stay in is very unfamiliar, except for the photo by the head of the bed.

I know you miss me very much.

Want it so so much.

So, here I am.

"An Yiqi, I'll take you away"

I stretched out my hand. Although you were surprised, you didn't hesitate, and simply took my hand.

Mom, don't look at that photo by the bed anymore. I, come to accompany you, really me.

"There's still a little time...do you have any wishes?"

It's okay, it's okay, the time hasn't come yet, I can stay with you a little longer.

You seem to be caught in the memory, that was when I was young, you always liked to make me make a wish, and when I looked at me reverently closing my eyes and making a wish, you would follow me too. Those wishes, we didn't say it until the end.

dare not say.

Had to silently pray must come true.

This time, you also silently wished in your heart and didn't say it.

Just tell me with your eyes that you are okay.

With a snap of fingers, a wish comes true.

Looking at your smile, for the first time, I felt that it was worthwhile to be a god of death just to be surrounded by loneliness day and night, to endure the torment of life and death, and to swallow countless bitter and sad tears.

Didn't expect you to want to come back here.

The sun is warm all over the place, I still remember those years, we always liked to go swinging in the afternoon, or stay at home and play with toys together. Cars or planes, anything is fine, as long as we are together, there is always fun.

You remember those times.

Me too.

With another snap of his fingers, the aroma wafted out of his face.

It is the taste of happiness.

You cut vegetables, I beat eggs.

I still remember that when I was a child, I was always arguing about taking a kitchen knife, opening a fire, and throwing a pot. You gently pulled my hand, clenched the end of your fingers and said, when I grow up, it will be fine.

It's just that no one thought that that day would not be able to wait.

I can't cook for you, I just want to accompany you to eat more. Today, I will never get tired of eating omelette rice. "Pop", we clasped our hands together in tacit understanding, and after shouting "いただきます" full of energy, I couldn't wait to taste it. what! Sure enough, the taste is still familiar.

I just eat, I don't notice it at all, you are still used to seeing me really eat food into your mouth, and you can feel at ease.

Looking at it, you suddenly spit out a sentence softly: "You remind me of my son..."

The son whose life has been passing?

Compared with the tranquility and beauty at the moment, when we were at the dinner table, we were more speechless.

Because I always think about eating out.

The reason why you can't go out, you didn't tell me at first.

Are you afraid.

However, as the owner of the body, how could I not know. In this way, we have cold wars from time to time, and in the end, the ending will always cause you to hold me and cry silently.

Mom, I'm actually your son, so why would I be willing to let you cry again.

Quickly snap your third fingers, leave the bitterness behind, and play hopscotch together!

In the past, I always had to worry about what would happen to running, running, and jumping, but now I can finally let it go! Like when I was a child, I playfully dragged you, who was watching beside me, to play with me. Hee hee, I didn't expect that when we are old, we can still dance all at once! We were so happy that we embraced each other immediately, as if returning to the past, playing water battles at home, or even going to the beach to play in the water, those days when there was nothing but joy.

When you're tired of playing, take a swing and rest for a while.

If you still can't straighten your breath, just like you taught me when I was a child, deep breath, deep breath, deep breath, deep breath, deep breath, deep breath...

Until your warm hand touches my chest, after careful inspection, you declare that your breathing is smooth.

Maybe my physical fitness is too poor, maybe you are afraid of improper examination, and later, even the doctor came to check. Every time the doctor does a checkup, you're listening, watching, and maybe thinking super attentively. So, I think I should also learn to check for myself, so you can be less tired.

After swinging on the swing, we were still a little unsteady in our breath. We subconsciously touched our chests together, breathing in and out. I was engrossed in it, but once again I didn't notice that you were looking at my eyes firmly.

At this moment, have you discovered it?

what! What are we nervous about?

Now is not what I used to be, and I am not who I am anymore. The most important thing now is to seize the time and fulfill all your wishes.

I quickly snapped my fourth fingers, and a table of very delicate and elegant English afternoon tea appeared in front of me. When we looked at each other and smiled, clinking glasses lightly, just as we were about to have a taste, a pale white bubble suddenly fell from the sky, fell directly into the small cake, and became a bubble.

It sounded... sorry, I still can't... keep time, keep you.

No matter how unbearable it is, the duty is, I still have to say this sentence: "Our time is up..."

Such a sentence seems to inevitably drag you into the whirlpool of memories. For example, dreaming back to the day I was going to have an operation, you looked at me on the hospital bed firmly. Thinking back to the moment before the surgery, when you rarely approved me to eat ice cream, you stared like this, barely daring to blink.

I'm worried, I don't know how many times you can look at me.

Engraving every second of me into your heart, will you feel happiness or pain? When we just ate together, you secretly looked at me with tears in your eyes. You already recognized me. You will be glad to see a familiar scene reappearing before your eyes. But those days and nights when I couldn't find me, are they more sad?

For fear of you admitting your mistake, your hand slowly touched my chest...

Is my heartbeat the best way to identify me?

In the past, you always worried that I would not be able to sleep, so even if I was no longer a child, you insisted on sleeping in the same bed with me, hugged me tightly, and listened to my heartbeat before you could barely fall asleep.

Looking at your eyes filled with tears in an instant, I knew how could I not recognize your heartbeat after listening to it tens of thousands of times. I gently shook the hand you put in front of my heart, yes, mom, it's me, don't worry, I'm all right.

You who understand what I mean, move your hand up slowly, just like when you were a child, squeeze my face unexpectedly, punish me symbolically and say, "Coke, are you back?"

I couldn't bear it any longer, I just hugged you without saying a word. I really want to call you mother, but I know very well that opening my mouth at this moment will only break the bank.

Mom, I really miss you.

I know you miss me too.

Because, my shoulders instantly wet a lot.

Embrace the present, look back on the past, and all are tears.

At that time, I had reached the state where I had to lie in a hospital bed every day.

And you, who simply left everything behind, stayed by my bedside day and night, comforting me every day, don't be afraid, no matter where I am, you will always be by my side.

Yes, I am afraid.

I'm afraid we won't be able to say goodbye properly.

If one day, I suddenly leave, who will help you put on clothes and take good care of you? Who will accompany you to travel the mountains and waters and see the whole world? Who would understand that you were suddenly panicked, and even cried to the point of collapse?

Your joys and sorrows are all because of me.

Mom, I'm sorry for not being able to stay with you longer.

Mom, I'm sorry I didn't make you laugh more.

Mom, I'm sorry, I can't leave you with anything.

Before I was hospitalized, the art teacher only taught pastel painting, thinking that I must leave something for you, I had to bite the bullet and try my best to draw the most beautiful you as a birthday present for you. I always feel that the painting is not good. In the last few days, I decided to write the text directly on the painting. You should not mind.

A few paintings, I hope to accompany you to live every birthday in this life.

"Thank you mom, let me be your baby."

"Thank you for being my baby, I hope I can be your mother again next time."

I know your response after you left. That's why I tried my best to be the god of death, in order to realize your last wish.

Mom, please lie back to bed in peace.

Mom, the death contract is signed.

Mom, hold my hand, see you in the next life.

"Life ends with regrets"

"After breathing stops, open your eyes again"

"Maybe I can meet someone I miss"

I have always believed so.

PS

When I watched this MV, I couldn't help but make up my mind, so I simply tried to write it.

Make up the plot, don't take it seriously.

Hope you all have a good day with your loved ones.