Lyric

"Caviar Bowl" is a work built around the life of my father.
During the war, he flew as a pilot of the Type 99 Carrier Dive Bomber.
After the war, he served as an instructor, and later became a UN pilot,
flying across the skies of Iran.
There were moments when his flight path resonated with the current state of the world,
and the pain and dignity left in my heart became the source of this music.

There is another origin behind this title.
As a child, I knew nothing about the weight of the world or its history.
I simply piled black caviar onto white rice because it tasted good,
completely unaware of the reality behind those grains-
a reality my father had lived through, shaped by war, responsibility,
and the lives of people far beyond my horizon.
The name "Caviar Bowl" comes from that contrast:
a reflection on my own innocence, and a quiet tribute to my father.

A flute line moving through dry air,
pads spreading like a desert night,
conga placed as a quiet heartbeat,
and guitar and bass gently melting into the background.
Every sound is treated as a form of "breath,"
layering the atmosphere of his era with the present day.

The image on the jacket reflects a single light
connecting the sky my father once lived in
with the sky we live under now.
It is a work where history and the present,
personal memory and the movement of the world,
quietly intersect.