I still and will always remember the first album in English that I bought when I was in 6th grade.An old fashionedpirated tape of Michael in his cool-black-leather-shining-decorated jacket took me into another dimension, not just of music and English, but a whole other dimension of universe, which enabled me to see the world outside my little cosmos surrounded by cynics and xenophobes and to elevate my understanding of the world and the world of talent to the next and next level. There are people and people, and the latter must include Michael in whichhe's not just outstanding but the peak.

Despite the fact that I was starting to neglect him in the later years, the influence from him on my early years was profound. For us born around 80's, Michael is an icon ironed in our hearts forever. Back in the days, only a handful of boys who didn't mimic every move he made. The feeling of me walking with wind blowing to myface and sweeping my shirt backward so high that it sometime reached the back of my head had not comefrom nowhere. I even spend months mastered his famous one of a kind moon-walk. Every time I heard the sound 'come on girl’ (which sounded a lot like ‘gone ger’ when I was young and stupid), I spontaneously turned my head and yelled ‘AW’ in my highest register.

There were only a very few outstanding artists who had the same influence and impact on modern world,Charlie Chaplin, Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson. In the old days, there are numerous people trying to be like Chaplin and The King; nowadays, we imitate Michael, and unlike normal impersonations, the impression of him is seldom considered unoriginal or unimaginative. He is the symbol of creativity and imagination. Most of my generations were not born in an era of Elvis or The Beatles, which, back then, we wouldn't have had the channel to comprehend them even if we were contemporaries. Nevertheless, we were born in an era of Michael when the environmental factors allowed us to be able to know a world with someone like him. Hence our feelings, the catastrophic emotions would not strike us so hard as today during the tragic loss of Charlie Chaplin, Elvis Presley or John Lennon, today, the truth is that even my parents were shocked by the devastating news of Michael's passing away. He was the first person outside our homeland who made us realize the simple truth, the art of music doesn't care about who you are, where you're from, what you do or how rich you are, it transcends color, language, ethnic, age or belief, it's the simplest fundamental mathematical way of touching the bottom your heart, it's the very thing that defines us as an intelligent specie, it's the monument of imagination for us as human beings, it's the real proof of how much freak of nature we are…

An era ended for us, new days are ahead of us. I wouldn't say rest in peace because the excitement and enthusiasm will last as long as we shall live. Smile in pride, enjoy in glory, and live in masterpieces, because that's what you deserve. Farewell and later dude, for we will always remember you…

Bon Voyage!