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-a dedication to Mr.Torimoto, who passed away on June 6th, 2009. A pure soul that truly loved & supported all the hustling musicians & their music. His unconditional love spreaded so widely, connecting many music lovers as one.
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chi-B&masta.G, kazh
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Fri Aug 21, 2009
Pop : J-Pop
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"Flying Bird"
-a dedication to Mr.Torimoto, who passed away on June 6th, 2009.
A pure soul that truly loved & supported all the hustling musicians & their music.
His unconditional love spread so widely, connecting many music lovers as one.
This is a translation of a poem that was written on his departure, by masta.G.-
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This is a translation of a poem that was written on his departure, by masta.G.-

Flying Bird, flapping so freely in the eternal love.
Catching the wind, over the rainbow, traveling all over the world.
He's an angel that smiles, forgives, and links one and another.
Bigger and bigger, he made the circle.
Tinier and tinier, he cared about every-single-one.
Being linked tightly, music is much amplified.
Under the cloudy sky in the night, there's one shining star.
It must be the Flying Bird, flapping to the Muse.

In the still of the full-moon night, with my eyes closed,
I can hear your singing, Flying Bird, that no one has never heard.
It must be a love song sung by an angel who is so, very shy.
Listen carefully, close your eyes, hear the song of love.

In the corner of a club where music is energetically played,
Flying Bird is tipping his glass of beer & smoking his cigarette.
The purple haze goes up higher and higher, to the heaven above.
You offered your hand for a shake to me, I felt the warmth of love for music.
This one is an angel. He is the Flying Bird.
He keeps the promises that we all know.
You are an angel, Flying Bird. You must have been heaven-sent.

On that day we met the very last time, probably my face was blurred to you.
You seemed you had lost your voice, but I was sure your could hear mine.
The love song you were singing, the love song you were desperate to hear.

Look up to the huge sky. There goes the Flying Bird.
Flapping so freely, for a long lasting journey.
You dream on what you dreamed on. We'll try to make it come true.

The blue sky of today, is kind of unusually transparent.
So I guess it will be a perfectly, beautiful starry night.
There goes the Flying Bird, whom we dearly love.

-translation by chi-B-