spotify open.spotify.com/playlist/3chnuUusr5sjCr5xuMf1pF?si=49145a797e9040c1

@danielulguimrandomness9438

11 ай бұрын

do you have it on deezer?

@kensds8140

3 күн бұрын

dude put hashtags, they will bring more people to the video, this music mix was really good congratulations

Happiness does not wait, You have to pursue it. I pursued mine, in that flowery field. Her hair flowed like the wind, fragrant flowers like perfume danced to her step. The weeping willows seemed to smile and birds sang as we danced around the flowers. We played around in that field, chasing our dreams in each of our embrace. We smiled, we laughed, we sang and we eloped. Away from the peering eyes of the townsmen. We preferred a quiet life in the countryside where we could watch the stars for an indefinite amount of time, away from the pollution and away from the cruel life inside the city. We lived in a cabin near the field of flowers, the perfect place for two. Time flows by, days, months and then years. We were content with what we had. Stories by the fireplace, star gazing from the flower field, cuddling under the sheets of the stiff bed, having a picnic, birdwatching, to the smallest things. I just wanted her by my side and I knew she did too, I wanted time to stop, for us to be able to stay like this forever and ever. But time stopped for no one, we got older and we became more and more distant. We talked less, and less. One night I was woken by a thud on the window, there was a grinning crow by the porch. I was shocked then turned to wake my wife, but her body was cold. Lifeless, but peaceful. I cried, I screamed and became devastated. “Why? Why was I able to achieve my happiness, but took what I had for granted” I wanted to spend more time with her, I wanted to rewind and tell her I loved her more often. Compliment her, kiss her and hug her more. But now, everything I said were just empty unheard prayers. Time never stopped and soon she became a blur, I lost a part of me. One year later on the same day of the same month, there it was. The crow came back, grinning once again. “Is it my time to go?” I asked, frowning but relieved. The crow stared back, tilting its head to the side and staring with its lifeless black eyes. “Would I be able to see my sweet Camellia in the afterlife?” I questioned, looking down barely being able to remember what she sounded like or looked like. All that came out of its pitch black beaks was a caw. It didn’t mean anything, it wasn’t supposed to. But to me it was a question. “Were you watching the entire time?” The crow once again replied with a caw. “Well, I am ready. Take me back to where I began my journey.” I stood up and raised my arm. The crow flew and landed on my hand, its claws digging into my skin. It starts tearing up my flesh, but I knew that I became empty ever since that night. I was hollow, I felt no pain but relief and comfort. “Let's start from zero again.” (This was very much inspired by Mou's story from Birth to Death and I just wanted to try my hands at story telling)

@iamproudofyouiloveyou

Жыл бұрын

i love this so much, you're amazing in writing !!!

@brighter-future143

Жыл бұрын

I THOUGHT THIS WAS REEAL UNRIL THE END PART FJRIXJNIFZJRZINFSXF

@windkaxh4528

Жыл бұрын

I literally started crying while reading this, you have a talent for this, keep it up!!

@Game-un6wb

Жыл бұрын

I love it

@user-jm1hl6rr4t

Жыл бұрын

❤

From death to birth, from dark to light From pain to joy, from day to night.

@xias212

10 ай бұрын

:(

@thewolf6260

9 ай бұрын

Woah

@thewolf6260

9 ай бұрын

I think the last one should be night to day?

@user-jt1om1st1k

6 ай бұрын

​​@@thewolf6260nah The loop continues From sadness to happiness to sadness

@gautamthakur792

5 ай бұрын

I like that u said day to night

"We must be getting close," The crow spoke, its feathers greying, as if it were aging in this timeless place. It had stayed with you, all the way here. There had been a lot of walking, but it had felt neither long nor brief. At least, not to you. "You keep saying that," you replied. The crow could never answer your questions, nor tell you where you were heading, if there even was a destination. Time was no more a concept at this point. Death had long since been past, and it is not that you had forgotten what it had felt like to be alive, but it simply did not matter anymore. You did not get hungry - so you did not miss the taste of food. Even, it became a strange idea to you, at one point, to put things in your mouth. In the same way, you did not feel like a clock was ticking, like you had a time limit here as you did before - so time was never on your mind. You wanted to ask more questions, to push until an acceptable answer escaped the crow, but you could not find the right words. Your fingers fumbled once more with the candy wrapping in your pocket, as if it might help you. "What will happen when we do get there?" You whispered. The crow stopped, perking its beak into the mass of blueish grass, gawking at the small flowers bursting there. "I’m not quite sure yet," "So you don’t know?" It might have sounded harsh, the way you said it, but you felt… You felt, perhaps, a bit too much, for this place that held close to nothing. "I don’t know much of anything," it said, finally catching a branch of buds in its beak, and turned to you. "Why, I thought this was the point of our adventure?" "Maybe for you," you snapped, "But I thought there would be something more than just-" You passed a hand through your hair, and sat down with a frustrated sigh, "I thought we would find something," A silent beat passed. More nothingness. And then, the tap tap tap of small talons walking on grass, right next to you. "But we have, dear friend," it said. "We have watched a thousand sunsets and sunrises, walked through falling leaves and fell in sleeping snow, seen the moon dressed in all of her different gowns. And now," it jumped on your shoulder, and placed the flower bits safely behind your ear. "Spring finally comes," The moon was there, up in the sky, thinning and shining. "But you’ll leave soon, right?" You asked, softly. "You- Your feathers, they’re… greying." "Ah," The crow replied. "Yes, I supposed they are." It said simply. "Are you not afraid?" It was strange, because you did not know exactly what you were asking - or what, exactly, the bird should be afraid of. You knew, deep down, that you simply did not want to find yourself to be alone again. "No, my heart tells me it is good." The bird stated. "I am simply changing, as all things do when given enough time. And so are you," You stared at the grass beneath your legs through your translucent skin. Maybe there had been a quiet clock ticking after all. "I know." The wind sang around you both, cool and soft, yet untouchable. You took out the piece of candy wrapping out, holding it while you still could. When, at last, you looked up, you saw that the crow was no more what it had once been: for it had become a dove - with pearl-coloured feathers and a pair of gracious wings on its back. Still, its eyes still held the same kindness. "We grieve for life, not for death." The once-crow said, too wise and kind to go on living short lives of birds. After a moment you asked, "Tell me, have we found what we came looking for, at least?" It gave a sign with its head like a nod. "From the very beginning, yes, when we first found each other," You smiled, satisfied with the answer, feeling yourself becoming lighter, lighter, and lighter. "If it required dying in order for us to meet, then it will have been worth it." Life was not a straight line - with a start and a finish line - and nor was it a circle, where things were passed by over and over again infinitely. It was nothing and everything. It was the space surrounding a circle. It was the extra dough outside the cookie cutter, after you had no more space to cut out more shapes, and had to roll it all over again. It was, you had found, an end, but it did not feel infaillible. Just like the end of caterpillars were also the beginning of butterflies. Delicately, you let the bird grip your hand for support, and stood up. "Let us find each other in the next one, companion." You gave it the piece of paper, which seemed to be the most colourful thing on this earth. It grabbed it with its sleek beak, and you felt the last thread holding you here fall, ever so gently. "And each one after that," It answered. And as the bird flew away, you fell into something soft and kind, and let the tender breeze of spring plunge you into life once more. (Hello again!! Here is the Part 2 for the story I wrote under the playlist "From birth to death". The support was incredible on the last story I wrote, and I couldn’t refuse writing a sequel for this wonderful playlist. I hope you like it, it was very fun to write. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

@mcsketchy5996

Жыл бұрын

What are the chances that the same day that I found your first story, I find that you wrote the second today? You’re an extremely talented writer and I enjoyed every word of the stories!

@likeaboss3508

11 ай бұрын

Этот рассказ великолепен

@mudit7808

11 ай бұрын

I love your stories!! As I said in the first one, I will definitely read whatever material you come out with in future. Also what's an AO3 if you don't mind me asking?

@MahouMou

11 ай бұрын

@@mudit7808 Thank you!! And AO3 (Archive Of Our Own)is basically an online archive for people to put original works as well as fan fictions, which is mostly what I post on there! You can find all sorts of great stuff on there!

@moon_2312

11 ай бұрын

❤ it's amazing and peaceful Great 👍

Music is one of the few things keeping me alife , I don't have goals in life I just want to be happy and free

@Pur3f0rm103

3 ай бұрын

Same

@stand_Bc

2 ай бұрын

Ya pasaron 9 meses desde que comentaste espero que hayas encontrado la libertad y felicidad en esta vida, yo ando buscando lo mismo hace tiempo y siento que está huyendo de mi es difícil hermano, desde el día que nací fue difícil hasta ahora sin exagerar:/.

@Mad_Mec

2 ай бұрын

God loves you and He has plans to your life, dont give up.

@Chlorine1111

Ай бұрын

That’s the goal.Stay happy my friend

@user-xw2jg5hv4s

8 күн бұрын

Свобода всередині людини. Чим меньше речей у володінні, тим більше свободи. Чим меньше зв'язків, тим вільніша людина. Але щастя можна знайти тільки серед інших людей. Емоції, враження й почуття роблять нас щасливими.

나의 세상은 왜 외로울까 분명 주위에 사람들이 있는데도 막상 진짜 내가 의지할수있는 사람은 아무도 없는것같아

@user-rj2xd5pl9d

Жыл бұрын

Realy

@j.a.7993

Жыл бұрын

Better times are coming. I promise ❤

@ArtemPropionate

3 ай бұрын

Бог даст вам нужного человека в нужном месте, даже не сомневайтесь, просто следите за процессом.

@jinopmk

24 күн бұрын

자존감을 올리는 수밖에. 내 주변 사람들이 나를 챙길 이유가 없음, 나의 세상은 내가 챙겨야 될뿐.

What a star was she What a glimmering light was she What a beauty was she What a hope was she What a dream was she

@Chlorine1111

Ай бұрын

I like it✨

We are what we are, And in the darkest of times, right when you’ve forgotten what light looks like, that’s when you can see yourself. You can see the imperfections on full display, every gold-filled crack and every quaking, insecure breath. He paused. Nothing like an early morning to make you philosophical as all hell, right? He set down the steaming mug as the heat became uncomfortable, lifted himself to standing, took his hat and coat off of the hanger. When he opened the door, the air was cool and the light of the sun nearly reached the horizon, tinting it pale yellows, stark against the empty sky. Fields of budding flowers and grasses and trees stretched before him, on and on until they hit the city, then the mountains. He saw movement there, just below those massive structures - people waking up, smoke out of chimneys, hints of light and talk. He grimaced and turned away to walk down the path. Worn and lonely, damp with early morning rain, cold and stiff. The ground below him must have so many stories to tell, he thought, so much that it’s seen. Perhaps one day, I’ll be as wise. The flapping of wings interrupted his train of thought, and he looked up to catch the eye of a black dove, wings drawing in as it landed on the extended branch of a tree. It tilted its head at him, ruffled its feathers, looked toward the mountains and the lightening sky. He felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight, but he wasn’t sure quite why. A lovely bird, surely, but… not an abnormal sight in the least. He drew in a long breath, let it out, and kept walking. The bird started and flapped back up, off of the branch, to follow him. He glanced at it and then looked away gruffly, hunching his shoulders. It twittered behind him indignantly. He walked briskly, and soon the sky had become a melancholic ocean blue, though traces of last night’s storm stained it gray. The dove had flown ahead, but he wasn’t watching it anymore; his eyes remained on the ground, and even then, not quite registering it. His mind was, rather, treading quietly through an interior haze, a subtle sense of fault, of guilt. He had left them, after all, and that wasn’t ever what he’d thought he would do, but he had, and now they were gone. He softened thinking about them. “You were always so dramatic,” a cheerful, familiar voice sang ahead of him. “I’m right here, dimwit.” He looked up quickly, eyes searching, pleading for to see their face, their hands, their smile - but there was nothing but the dim sky and mountains on the horizon and that . “Go away, go!” He yelled, trying not to let his disappointment show (even though it was just a bird). “Get away from me!” The bird chirruped, and did not leave, but flew slightly further ahead. He sighed, looking back at the ground. He was so tired, so alone. He only wished they were here to hold him, just one more time… he thought, He glared at the waking city. “Oh, ‘their sacrifice’, sure - I’m right here! Besides, if you really wanted to be around me, you wouldn’t yell at me to leave,” they said. They flew closer and hovered in the air in front of him. “Get off of your high-horse and feel proud of yourself. You did just what you needed to, and you shouldn’t have to hate yourself for it.” He stood, shocked. That dove had just spoken to him. Spoken, like, with its beak, and with its brain. A few moments later, he let himself laugh, just a bit, and smile. “It’s so good to see you again,” he said brokenly. He reached up and offered his hand for them to land on in the lightening air. “It’s good to see you too.” Thanks for reading and thanks for the playlist

@AnthonyBernal-rt6bg

5 ай бұрын

Brilliant! Do you have more?

Hurt a rip or two. I ain't gonna hit the gym for a week. Here I sit in my cozy living room and I didn't even turn the lights on. What am I doing with my life. I don't even know if the girl, I like, likes me too... sigh. Am I going to see her tomorow again? Heck I am confused as to how you write tomorow correctly. After one more protein shake and finishing the laundary, I will conclude my day and sleep like there might not be a tomorow but if there is, I will crawl all the way, to find out what it has in store for me. People will tell me to take a rest but I'll point out the importance of going an extra mile for the things, I crave for. Well atleast you can't lose something, which was never there. After all my endeavour, I have come to a point, where I think cracking a joke leaves a better taste in bitter moments of life. Afterall life is supposed to be bitter sweet. Never tasted anything better.

@ye-hq9xy

Жыл бұрын

يعمري

I was born in 1944, and I now feel like I am reliving my early childhood.

@user-jt1om1st1k

6 ай бұрын

Damn , you from world war 2

@user-jt1om1st1k

6 ай бұрын

79-80 years old

@user-jt1om1st1k

6 ай бұрын

Damn , how was your experience

@AJTheDawgDog

3 ай бұрын

@@user-jt1om1st1k1945 was the end of WW2. It’s quite rude to ask without minding your words, honestly. Then again, please consider the information that 1 year olds Aren’t called to fight in war.

@user-jt1om1st1k

3 ай бұрын

@@AJTheDawgDog Fair point, no harm intended. Just curious, that's all. My bad. Must've been too busy dodging bullets to keep track of the calendar. But hey, thanks for the history lesson.

i feel like my world is starting to turn into something great

@chaosdweller

Жыл бұрын

Yeah I finally feel like I'm working with some peanut oil .

@Krisgotmelike

11 ай бұрын

My world has never been anything. Ever since i can remember, my world has felt empty and useless. I could never understand why. I know now. Im alone. I've pushed everyone away who did csre about me, and i cared back for them because i was always too afraid they'd hurt me. Because of that, I've been alone since, and i dont think i ever will have anyone ever again. I see no light at the end of the tunnel. No future worthwhile to stay for. My world will end, and I will be the director for the final scene.

@Manyaraz

11 ай бұрын

finally, right?

@algemarquien3775

10 ай бұрын

I'm proud of you

@TuanVo-ij9wz

10 ай бұрын

@@Krisgotmelike dont lose hope mate, there is always help!

인생은 탄생과 죽음 사이의 선택이다.. 좋은 명언이죠…

I rise in my birth, fall in my death. Though fate has laid out my path My song with forever echo through the voids Gone is the days of my yearnings Gone is the days of my begging Now I only wait for finality To come and make me surrender my breath I lived a flawed world All things contradict my truth Whilst they laugh, I cried Whilst they talk, I become silent. I do wonder what sentient life created me A great reminder of how I've been loved However now forgotten in the attic Left to the dust, until one day be played again. Even if just for a moment I just want to be heard again.

@bentleyclarke5009

Жыл бұрын

Bravo

@user-qx9dp2pw7m

10 ай бұрын

😢💔

@abbyss2906

9 ай бұрын

Beautiful, i love it!

@lonesome1259

8 ай бұрын

Hey, so I rly liked the beginning of this, so I took it and made my own version from there if thats okay :) I rise in my birth I fall in my death And though fate has laid my path I question yet If I need be brave To see through tears and laugh My legs have held a thousand tons a thousand more to come And if it makes me find my place Ill touch that moon and sun My coat has helped my heart keep beating, has kept my warm when was freezing and though its gathered marks and stains Its still remained the same It makes me want to walk some more just a couple steps So I take my hat and look over the hills A heart with no regrets

The crow and the invisible man

@roodickens3936

Жыл бұрын

that' a dove-

@OrangeGhoul27

Жыл бұрын

The invisible man won't know if he hasn't got eyes to see

@drango3852

Жыл бұрын

@@OrangeGhoul27 being invisible doesn’t mean you can’t see out your eyes lmao

@a.raza14

Жыл бұрын

​@@drango3852😮

@tmking7483

Жыл бұрын

The invisible man _ the man with no face_ has lost his emotions because no one sees him _ so he feels he does not exist_ the sadness of an abandoned child with love in his heart ❤️ that no body can see_ because the caregivers can only see themselves

Whatever happens, in the end we will be free.... floating inbetween the stars...in utter tranquility.

그토록 원해왔던 꿈인지 약에 취해 몽롱했던 현실인지 아직도 경계가 생겨있지 않고 그 날 봤던 그 광경은 비현실적이였으며 이상적으로 그려왔던 나의 세계

I remember composing a piece on my piano based on the first song in a time where I use to create and enjoy my gift as a pianist. When it didn't infuriat me and brought immense joy. It's bittersweet to hear it now, reminding me of what use to help me smile.

@kirilakmadjov8307

10 ай бұрын

I want to hear it if you dont mind

@algemarquien3775

10 ай бұрын

@@kirilakmadjov8307ill record it for you

@llominous3495

9 ай бұрын

Ive been learning how to play the piano or at least meaning to for the last couple weeks, I can never find time to learn it even though I really want to

@LinhTuan-mk3zp

8 күн бұрын

​@@algemarquien3775 when is the recording

@algemarquien3775

8 күн бұрын

@@LinhTuan-mk3zp ….oh wow. i forgot about it until just now

Farklı milletlere ait insanlar ancak müzikle bir araya getirilebilirdi ve sen bunu seçtiğin eserlerle gayet iyi başarmışsın,Tebrik ederim!

@howardffleck

8 ай бұрын

Listening these musics sometimes I feel like I am lonely in this world .And it made me to think where I am . Btw this is nice love your work

@IdentifiantE.S

Жыл бұрын

You’re never alone ❤️

Dear person who's reading this.., I don't know you but I hope your days are filled with happiness, health and wealth 🙏🙏🙏

@Krispy730

5 ай бұрын

Thank you so much❤ you too

@LongNguyen-xt1hx

5 ай бұрын

pretty much needed this, thanks mate

"what are mistakes but late night thoughts, time does not wait, only people do" "So it matters not?" "it may, it may not, but questioning if does is pointless" "How come?" "Its pointless" "..., waiting?" "Time only happens once, so why are you waiting for it to repeat?" "Its not any less real" "..." "I wouldn't be able to tell" "Your body, its almost not here, you know you cant deny time" "I know" "This is how you will spend your time? stretching yourself between what was and what will be, never hole?" "... I m afraid" "...because you will only die once?" "I can only" "You only die once because you chose to live once" "...Mmm?!" "Be born at every morning light and die at every moonshine, the day is only so long, it only gets smaller the more days you live, but that does not make today any less important than yesterdays, in the end, they are one day the same" "So what do you do with yesterday?" "you live today" "..." "The moon is beautiful" "It is" "you have aged haven't you?" "I can only" "Not so afraid?" "Terrified, but I rather be than not" "Hole?" "Here" "..." "And tomorrow?" "I shall see you then..."

the most extraordinary playlist maker i’ve seen so far.

@Pur3f0rm103

3 ай бұрын

Same

the desperate desire to escape reality and find comfort in sweet imagination leads one to lose sight of reality's sweetness and only taste its bitterness. and the only cure to that bitter taste is the antidote of imagination, until even our dreams cant save us from the bitterness in our minds. now what do we have left?

@Forit26

Жыл бұрын

We have left the ability to change our reality to a more pleasurable and suitable one. Fantasy shows us what our life can be if we learn to get a hold of our destinies

I love to read the inspiration of so many People out there, in this vast Universe. Many Greetings. 😘

When others dont know you exist but you exist. This is when you do the most.

Once upon a time, in a picturesque village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young couple named Sarah and David. Their love story began in their teenage years, blossoming like a vibrant flower in the spring. They were inseparable, their souls intertwined in a dance of passion and devotion. As they grew older, their love deepened, and they dreamed of a future together. Sarah and David were certain they would defy all odds and overcome any obstacle that came their way. But fate had other plans. Tragedy struck when David was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Their world crumbled, and darkness descended upon their once-bright lives. The realization that time was slipping away shattered their dreams, leaving them helpless and broken. Sarah stood by David's side, determined to make every moment count. They created a lifetime of memories in the short time they had left together. They laughed, they cried, and they held each other tightly, savoring the fleeting moments of happiness. But as David's health deteriorated, their days grew darker. The pain of watching their love slip away was unbearable. Sarah's heart ached as she witnessed the man she adored slowly fading before her eyes. On a bitter winter night, David took his final breath in Sarah's arms. The world stood still as her world collapsed. Sarah's heart shattered into a million pieces, and the emptiness consumed her. The warmth of their love was replaced by an icy void that seemed impossible to fill. In the aftermath of David's passing, Sarah's life lost its color. She felt as though she were merely existing, going through the motions of life without truly living. The memories of their love haunted her, simultaneously a source of comfort and torment. Days turned into months, and months into years, but the pain lingered. Sarah yearned to be reunited with David, to feel his presence once more. She longed for the love they shared, for the warmth that only he could bring to her life. One fateful day, Sarah's heart gave out, unable to bear the weight of her grief any longer. As she took her final breath, a bittersweet smile graced her lips. In that moment, she felt a glimmer of hope, knowing she would soon be reunited with her beloved David in the realm beyond. Their love story, though filled with heartache and loss, became a testament to the depth of human connection. Sarah and David's souls had been intertwined, their love transcending the boundaries of life and death. And as their spirits united in eternity, their love continued to radiate, a beacon of hope for others who believed in the enduring power of true love. The village mourned the loss of Sarah and David, their love story etched in the hearts of those who had witnessed their devotion. Their tale served as a reminder to cherish every moment, for life's fragility makes the bonds we forge all the more precious. And as time passed, the village carried their legacy, sharing their story with generations to come. Sarah and David's love became a symbol of the beauty and tragedy that intertwines in the tapestry of life, forever etching their names in the annals of sorrowful yet extraordinary love stories.

i'm gonna come back after ten years and still say this is the best music i've ever heard

@no_happiness3

8 ай бұрын

I hope you stay alive

@SolNot-Ch

6 ай бұрын

@@no_happiness3 lol

"A future is not given to you. It is something you must take for yourself." - Nier Automata

its come full circle. enlightenment is reached

we are not just binded by blood but by our beliefs, our existence, our experience, our treasures, our character, our views, our strengths, our will, our desire, our drive, our focus, our goal, our soil. we are one.

Small things. Seeds bursting from hidden burrows. Swaying leaves prompted by a warm breeze. The crisp feeling of morning, sharp yet kind. A frosty wind that feels like living. Spring falling gently in shades of hazy green. Summer passing on soft grass and glowing skies. Autumn crunching beneath your feet in a million hues of gold. Winter enveloping the trees in delicate swirls of white. Fresh water, cold and clear as moonlight. Soft moss and flowing ferns. Sunlight dappling the ground in golden spots. Green canopies lit from within. Flower buds stretching luxuriously for the briefest of moments. Undertones of birdsong layering the air in sweet harmonies. Cascades of muted colors framing a brillant sun. New growth carried across winds, like a herald of coming brightness. All we miss in a thousand moments. The small pieces of time that feel like life. Time slowing for you, alone, and the inadequacy of words to express it. "Content" has always carried the most weight, at least for me. Pockets of time I clutch where everything is simply peace; a thunderstorm with my head out of the window, midnight snowfall lighting the sky, walking alone when the flowers are in bloom, underneath the trees in midsummer. Perhaps humans were not intended to stray from those tiny pieces, because there's a perpetual longing for it I cannot escape. On the brink of winter, I remember the flowers. On bleached concrete, I think of the frost. When I'm high in the air, I miss the trees below. Commonplace wonders. I hope I can one day take those small things for granted.

Os dias passam, as pessoas mudam, as relações terminam, nossa luz se esvai. Observando uma vida cada vez mais soturna, esse ser já não conseguia sequer descrever a si mesmo. Tudo aparentava ser tão insignificante, as vontades, as emoções e os sonhos residiam em um passado longínquo, do qual guardava apenas breves lembranças positivas. Eram esses os únicos pensamentos positivos que ali restavam. A pobre alma que um dia ansiou por um mundo alegre e gentil agora se via como um mero espírito vagante, pois seu corpo já não esboçava o menor dos movimentos, não haviam mais forças para tamanho esforço. O limbo que sua mente explorava todos os dias apenas o afundava cada vez mais na falta de um sentido, na falta de esperança. O toque da grama em seus pés já sem movimento, os ventos acentuando o frio de seu corpo gélido e a luz das estrelas noturnas bloqueadas pela neblina de seu olhar opaco. Que situação. Mas... Talvez aquele não fosse o fim. A estrela que um dia brilhou forte naquele coração de fato havia encontrado seu fim, porém ela decidiu guardar a felicidade daqueles dias no local mais profundo de seu ser, um local que ninguém poderia acessar, um local onde seu maior tesouro estaria seguro. Talvez até mesmo um local que sequer a pobre alma fosse capaz de alcançar. Uma vez em meio a eternidade, a pena de um corvo recaiu sobre a cabeça da pobre alma. A ave aproximava-se da alma lentamente e parecia estar trazendo consigo uma preciosa gema verde. - O que é isso? - indagou a alma. - Esperança. - respondeu a ave. Naquele instante, a alma percebeu que o que na verdade observava, era uma pomba branca. A escuridão no coração da alma, na verdade havia camuflado aquela ave por muito tempo naquele céu opaco e escuro. Era a primeira vez em tempos que a alma via um branco puro, capaz de dar paz até mesmo para o espírito errante mais perdido de todos. - Consegue olhar para frente? Veja, há um oceano, olhe para o horizonte. - disse a ave. A alma decidiu pela primeira vez não olhar nem para baixo, nem para cima, mas para sua frente, para o futuro. O que ela viu? Nada. Naquele momento a alma se lembrou do porquê de ter parado de olhar para o horizonte, ela tinha medo do que poderia estar além dele. Tinha medo de que o que a aguardava era apenas mais dor e angústia, tinha medo de seguir em frente e desonrar o legado de seus maiores tesouros. - Você pode não ver nada, mas olhe para o azul do mar, ele significa que você pode chegar em qualquer lugar que quiser. Tenha um sonho dessa cor, use a esperança que tanto guardou em seu coração para cruzar esse vasto oceano. Viva. - finalizou a ave antes de unir-se ao corpo da alma. O corpo sentia calor, os olhos enxergavam a luz, o vento refrescava e a grama confortava. - Eu quero ser uma pessoa gentil. Quero ser a mudança desse mundo, quero criar algo que faça o mundo um lugar melhor. - disse o ser. Não tenha medo de mudanças, ao invés disso, tenha certeza de que está sempre mudando e se tornando uma pessoa melhor. Sorria, perdoe, acredite e ame. Ilumine o coração daqueles que foram engolidos pela escuridão.

@paiperto5151

Жыл бұрын

this is unbelievably literature🍷

@Unknown42015

Жыл бұрын

De que autor é esse trecho?

@kohon6558

Жыл бұрын

@@Unknown42015 Eu que fiz, as vezes escrevo qualquer coisa por hobby. Não é algo incrível, mas é divertido escrever. A maior referência que posso te dar é a frase "Eu quero ser uma pessoa gentil", no final, ela foi inspirada em 2 mangas, Vinland Saga e Vagabond, achei que seria legal fazer essa pequena referência, visto que nessas histórias os protagonistas também passam por esse processo de renascimento. Bom dia 🌻

@Lofilie

11 ай бұрын

I have no family, siblings or parents, I was thrown away by them, my life is so broken, no one accepts me because I am ugly, I hope God will call and thank him soon ❤❤

@ghulextreme7938

11 ай бұрын

Incrível, cara.

I dont know why this made me shed a tear

WHERE THAT MOU DUDE WHO WROTE A FREAKING MASTERPIECE IN THE from birth to death VIDEO? SHE NEEDS TO WRITE THE FRICKING PART TWO HERE ASAP

@ardawatson9697

Жыл бұрын

EXACTLY!!

@MahouMou

Жыл бұрын

I will try to come up with something! Might write it later today ;)

@gemesinbanget8333

Жыл бұрын

@@MahouMou YOOOO!! I'll waiting for it bud!

@MahouMou

Жыл бұрын

I finally wrote it and posted it if you wanna go read it!! ^^

오늘도 덕분에 상상의 나라로 편안한 여행을 떠나요. 감사합니다

من الموت الى الولادة من الظلام الى النور من الالم الى الفرج والفرح من الليل الى النهار ....❤ممتاذ ‏‪1:51‬‏

Welcome to the Afterlife! From Birth to Death, To Death to AfterLife. Come!

@thaerkhaled8789

Жыл бұрын

Welcome to the Nothingness from Birth to Death To Death to nothingness.come*

If I'm going to live again from death to birth I would chose Kamoo as my OST. Glad you have included two of their best songs on this melancholic and precious playlist.

I rise in my birth I fall in my death And though fate has laid my path I question yet If I need be brave To see through tears and laugh My legs have held a thousand tons a thousand more to come And if it makes me find my place Ill touch that moon and sun My coat has helped my heart keep beating, has kept my warm when was freezing and though its gathered marks and stains Its still remained the same It makes me want to walk some more just a couple steps So I take my hat and look over the hills A heart with no regrets

The crow is the man, and the man.. he is the crow.

@tenntom3011

3 ай бұрын

They are as one ☝️ 🐦‍⬛

Living in the past is depression Living for the future is anxiety Today is for living 🙏🏻

I lost a little over 10 kgs over a few months from 80kg to 69kg, and now im back at 70kg, and rn i feel hopeless due to an infected injury i have, it'll take a while to heal and i just cant work out if i wanna have it gone, i can't stop myself from food mood switching where i eat basically nothing for a while and then just eat a whales amount of food

@stevebuddha8172

Ай бұрын

You're not alone. I also use food to cope. There are healthier options without sacrificing taste so much. For example, I try to replace ice cream with an avocado smoothie... I put in the freezer, and I feel like I am eating ice cream... You can also read... your mind can still go places. Good luck, my friend

Nocturne in Paris is one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. If people had something as corny as a theme song for their life, I would opt for that to be mine.

Thank you for this masterpiece

Those who don't know the pain will never know the real happiness

@Krispy730

5 ай бұрын

exactly

Thank you for another❤

the part two i needed!

- From birth to death and then from death to be born again😊 -Impermanent circle-

thank you so much wave

This playlist is just perfect to listen to after you finished watching the fall of the house of the usher

wow this is a great song and the flow is so nice. ❤🎼🎶🎹 Novella

I wonder if my life would be better in future?

Sabes que el mix va a estar increíble cuando el principio te destroza completamente

You can’t see me, feel me

I don't know why but I couldn't read the title for a second and I guess since I saw the thumbnail I kept seeing "from death to bird" and I was like "that can't be right" and read it again and it took me about five tries to finally read it the right way. Anyways, beautiful music. BIRD

"From death to birth, same sides of a coin,suffering ,death and rebirth,for when one dies we are reborn,a never ending cycle,let it thy be enjoy this cycle while you can befor we are reborn a new" poem for your title, Wave

세상사 인간사 과하면 탈나고 도를 넘고 넘고 넘으면... 누군가는 탈탈 버리고 누군가는 잃고 뺏기고 그러면서 개벽 속으로 성큼성큼 나아 가는것! 미련없는 현명함과 집착하는 아둔함이 급변하는 세상사의 생사여탈 경계로다!

Que hermosas melodías 😢🎉❤

love this! 🔥

so heavenly

I feel like my world is closing

What I listen to when my boys not around

That first song ... wow ✨

Listening to it at 2:02 a.m🍃

luv this

I have no family, siblings or parents, I was thrown away by them, my life is so broken, no one accepts me because I am ugly, I hope God will call and thank him soon ❤❤

@kaaneuw

11 ай бұрын

Bro you dont ugly dont say to you this and i dont now but you have a good heart dont forget

@kaaneuw

11 ай бұрын

im from turkey, sorry for my english 😅

@Lofilie

11 ай бұрын

@@kaaneuw thank you, i don't know what to say, but you are really a good person thank you

@Orhan115

11 ай бұрын

Who idiot saying "you re ugly" stay strong man ❤

"When you don't see me, you had to show a Little faith on yourself, believe to tell a tail..." - bu your dearest best friend

I love this music❤

Between each the labyrinth *aMaze* love outstretched all of everything... living death, life all the rest...

This is the exact moment where Heisenberg became Itachi.

Everything is perfect

I love thisssss 😢😩❤️❤️

@user-rj2xd5pl9d

Жыл бұрын

Realy😢

L'invisible monsieur, marche jusqu'à l'oiseau L'oiseau mourrantmarche doucement dans un monde méchant. Par le jour, la nuit se levant. Par la nuit, la mort nous prenant Par l'insomnie, nous chantons sans plus de sens. Sans sentiments, je te déteste Sans un coeur, je t'aime Sans tête, je pense à toi. Car nul besoin d'organe pour souffrir de toi. Nul besoin d'une âme pour être vivant. Nul besoin de moi, dans notre vie errante.

Perfect

The strings in track three, Jordan Critz.. really gets to me

@BlkbirdBlues

2 ай бұрын

Oh btw that is definitely a rock dove in the album art. I see it as a magic hand

Fire bro

Once upon a time, there was a man who had a pet crow. The man loved the crow and the crow loved the man. They were inseparable. One day, the man became very ill and was unable to take care of the crow. The crow, sensing that something was wrong, refused to leave the man’s side. The man eventually passed away, leaving the crow alone and heartbroken. The crow refused to leave the man’s side and stayed with him until he was buried. After the funeral, the crow flew away and was never seen again.

The rising dawn hope we revise this moment when I'm dead cause the riming is so perfect I needed to find you 2:14 only music can describe my story you did it swell sweet muse of mine 😢

What a beauty

رائع 🎉

this is the best thing that i ever hear in my life!

Passion_calm_a maze_pleasure_conflict_comfort_imagination... 🖤🌿

Where do you find these pictures?

where did you get the picture it's very beautiful

Nice Video.

É muito bom ver pessoas de diverentes linguas unidas só pela música, isso trás esperanças de que algum dia o mundo estará em paz, ( só torço que eu ainda estejá vivo para presenciar tal acontecimento), a todos que leram este comentário agradeço e desejo a cada um uma vida boa e feliz.👍

@DOGEEDO

3 ай бұрын

🇵🇪🇵🇪

@CristinaTomas-xd6dk

2 ай бұрын

Eu também!

Relax and chill

darkness eats

Pretty awesome

I Like it ❤

Запомни то, что если заскучаешь , То просто можешь позвонить, Смс отправить даже в те моменты, Когда мы в ссоре иль в обиде... Быть может я буду молчать, Но тех, кого люблю, Держу я рядом, Я прощу тебя, Когда придёшь ко мне ты с виноватым взглядом... Прощу я , даже , если больно, Хоть это не всегда легко, Ведь жизнь одна, И не вернуть назад моменты, Когда в душе очень тепло ☀️ Быть может, между нами километры, И смски без доставки, Мне достаточно лишь знать, Что с тобою всё в порядке 💗

حبيتت ❤

@no_happiness3

8 ай бұрын

شيء مريح

death has led your old dance long enough, our just reaper led you to rebirth. do not fear you will forget everything you lived, for that has fallen to your children to uphold. life, death, to rebirth into the world once more, a truly never ending cycle where only life, death, and time may remember what has passed. now go, this kind reaper has given you back to time for another long dance, he hopes to never see you till its time once more. theres nothing more rewarding to this reaper than a long wait, nothing in the world can traid out a good long life. go live it to your fullest, dance gracefully for your long years, as lifes greatest goal is living it.

حضي سيئ لم احضي بأمي الميتة ولا احضي بأهل سند ولا احضي بدراسة هل كان هذة ذنبي ؟ ام انا مشؤومة وحضي سيئ لماذا انا ياربي ، كل يوم احزن وابكي وارهق وانكسر وانا في غرفتي التي حفضت كل تفاصيلها يارب افرج عني ف قسمت بك لا احد لي. سواك الان 💔

@C98A5

11 ай бұрын

وقفت أمام الحقل ونظرت إلى السماء وتكلمت بصوت لم يسمعه سواي ⛈️🤧

Green to Blue really wrecked me

I’d imagine this is how death feels. It’s calming and peaceful, yet quite uncomfortable with all the gray clouds and crows. Then a person from the underworld is releasing one into the gray darkness.

الحرية هو الالتزام والانضباط والتقيد بما يوافقه العقل و الحكمة والشريعة فجميع عبيد الشهوات سجناء بلا حرية شاعر دلكش اوسي

âm nhạc hắn kết chúng ta🥰

first, thank you wave

🖤