past life
00:00 비익련리(lover) - 꽃별
05:30 영의 왈츠(a spirit waltz)
08:08 꽃날(Flower Day) - 서웅석
09:48 회란초(an orchid) - 박세준
12:10 Prologue (Long Way) - 이병우
13:46 mid-air - 이병우
17:43 One for Me
20:24 내님의 얼굴 (my lover's face)
22:01 어디로 가시옵니까 (sir, Where are you going? )
24:26 Childhood Days - Remedios
26:05 그대 보세요 (see me, my lover) - 조우진
28:35 두번째 달(the second month) - 나의 이름 (Feat. 한아름)
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Makes me want to binge traditional korean dramas, they always have the best music.
봄이었던가 담장 너머로 함께 피어오른 것이 수줍게 마주쳤던 아름다운 눈망울이 이맘때즈음 매번 같은 자리에 피어올라 봄이왔노라 한다
헐 분위기 대박
이번에도 잘듣고 갈게요 좋은 플리 감사합니다😊
비익련리에 몰입 못 하는 한국인이 있냐며….
いつも綺麗な画像をお選びですね…
@suit7428
11 ай бұрын
killing j
@suit7428
11 ай бұрын
aps is my only purpose
The first song always melts my heart when I hear it... thanks for having it on this playlist. 🥹🥰 edit: the whole playlist melts my heart. 🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰
언젠가 지금의 생이 전생이 된다면, 그때는 지금의 생이 그리운 시간들일까.
자주 꿈에서 나치 장교였던 꿈을 꾼다... 꿈에서 나는 사람들을 살리고 싶지만 꿈속에 내 육체는 이를 거절한다... 내 전생이 이토록 극악무도한 사람이였던 것일까? 그렇기에 지금의 내 삶이 막막하고 힘든것일까?
I’ve been thinking about my past life lately, and what it may mean to my current life. Currently, I’m a young African-American girl, age 17, living in the US. I have this belief… that feelings, fears, love- all of it can transcend lives. I fully believe I was Asian in my past life. When looking at pictures of mountains, I begin to cry. When watching videos of a child and their mother doing simple chores, like cooking; I get this mellow feeling in my heart. When I think about romance in any shape or form, I always feel like something- or someone is missing from my life. All these things put together… it makes sense to me that my past life was a really, really good, and happy one, but I died abruptly- losing everything and everyone I loved; moving onto something so unfamiliar, yet small things still linger and feel closer than others. I’m DEATHLY afraid of heights. Simply looking over a tall balcony gets my legs trembling as I desire to crawl up into a ball in a corner and not move. When I jump off the monkey bars at the playground, jump off the stage in our school’s auditorium; falling from any height, big or small, I get terrible, extremely painful tremors that spread from my feet up to my hips. I’ve collected all of these things to deduct… I fell to my death- an abrupt, quick demise, where it was very unlikely I got to say goodbye to those that mattered to me. My interest in Asian culture ceases to diminish as I grow older and learn more. It matters to me so much where I come from. I fully believe in the afterlife and reincarnation. I *came* from somewhere. I *loved* someone, or many people. I had a *purpose* and a life I adored. Somehow, I just feel like I haven’t lost it all just yet. For my senior trip, I plan on visiting Japan. I’ve been learning Japanese for the past 2- almost 3 years now. In some way shape or form, I want to study abroad- go exchange, and simply learn more about Asian culture and their beliefs. Thank you Wave for reading my mind and reminding me of what must’ve been. I look forward to figuring out what my past life was like. :)
@lys2046
Жыл бұрын
Yall be like: my past life was happy but tragical While i'm here, sobing everytime i rememeber that my peasant house was raided and that i was murdered in front of my children, i always think: 'maybe they were spared from death' but i know its a lie I'm not even sure of what country i was, i just know that i was a peasant, i had black hair, and blue eyes two boys a husband and i lived in the outside of town, the floor was made of dry beat dirt and our kitchen was small. They just kicked theyrselfs in.. My children, MY GODDAM CHILDREN, THE FURY I HAVE EVERYTIME I REMEBER THIS FUCK
Early :0