This song reminds me of the days everything was simple , me playing in nature my mom and dad fishing near me when I wasn't lonely , now I have my own kid but stil missing my parents in this story . Wishing I could share it with them especially her beautiful character 😔
this song always holds such a special place for me. the first time i heard it i was living with my parents in university. ive listened to finishing my degree, getting a job, moving out, growing ill, becoming bedridden. wanting to live, and wanting to die all at the same time. but the song has never changed. it’s always been there. i feel as if i am listening to it for the first time and for the 100th time all in the same moment.
This reminded me of my neighbors 13 year old daughter who unfortunately passed away from leukemia in 2021. This song was played during her Memorial Service. And that is most certainly a day I will remember clear as day for the rest of my life.
Whenever I hear this , I feel an extraordinary sense of longing , reminiscence , sadness and love…..No other music can do this to me in this way ……Thank you Max
I discovered this theme due to the film THE ARRIVAL, since then, I have found more music composed by Max Richter... and the more I listen to it, the more I like it. Excellent video, thanks
This song is like a bird above soaring above an endless troubled sea on a dreary day, turning and soaring up into a beaming pillar of light coming from an open wound in the clouds, bathed in gold it it disappears above the clouds.
I served in a time of war as a combat soldier. War is anything but what you think it is. War is a glimpse of hell. It is completely devoid of love and kindness and the only thing on your mind is fighting your way back to base. Do your job. That’s what I was told and my job was killing. I’m understand why it was necessary,but I hated doing my job. I’ll never get over doing my job. Every time I look at my son I pray to God that he never has to do my job.
thank you for your service, i am sorry for that terrible experience you had. thank you for all of your sacrifices, mentally, physically emotionally and your time as well. thank you.
Every time I listen to his I can feel his cold skin, so pale, so white. And I remember getting lost in his black eyes, while I caress his face, while I love his scent, while he smiles hiding the pain.that carried his soul... For a moment He returns to me
I tend to visit this piece, as well as a few others, to try and absorb the nostalgia that spills from it. It’s a beautiful familiarity that I have yet to know. I won’t try and explain, because I think you already understand the articulation.
"a beautiful familiarity that I have yet to know" - you put it beautifully. May I ask the name of those few other pieces you mentioned that spill this sense of heart moving nostalgia?
when my stomach churns its not making butter, but making flies. flying through focused hoops of stress and pain, losing sight in my eyes. i cant do this anymore I say, I CAAAANT. no. if anyone can step up through all of the weight its you, you can pull through, you can bleed up the mountain and build your garden, copper and berries, eat your sugar and die on your hill. i buried my ego long ago, i thrive in meaninglessness but there is hope...in nothingness. i eat my berries and watch the moon rise.
See, see the old sky Marvel at its big beige depths. Tell me, friend do you Wonder why the genet ignores you? Why its foobly stare makes you feel slithery. I can tell you, it is Worried by your offddddog facial growth That looks like A mould. What's more, it knows Your clart potting shed Smells of grass. Everything under the big old sky Asks why, why do you even bother? You only charm my cats.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath blurted out, Its earted jurtles, grumbling Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and stipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime, Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries. Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don't!
This song reminds me of the days everything was simple , me playing in nature my mom and dad fishing near me when I wasn't lonely , now I have my own kid but stil missing my parents in this story . Wishing I could share it with them especially her beautiful character 😔
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💙
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When everything was still in place
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❤ SKIN-DEEP EMOTION ❤
❤ INSANELY BEAUTIFUL ❤
❤ MASTERPIECE ❤
this song always holds such a special place for me. the first time i heard it i was living with my parents in university. ive listened to finishing my degree, getting a job, moving out, growing ill, becoming bedridden. wanting to live, and wanting to die all at the same time. but the song has never changed. it’s always been there. i feel as if i am listening to it for the first time and for the 100th time all in the same moment.
What a description..
This work contains fundamental chords that reach your soul, and make you remember the good things you are here for.
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Agreed. That's the whole idea behind the song.
This reminded me of my neighbors 13 year old daughter who unfortunately passed away from leukemia in 2021.
This song was played during her Memorial Service.
And that is most certainly a day I will remember clear as day for the rest of my life.
Whenever I hear this , I feel an extraordinary sense of longing , reminiscence , sadness and love…..No other music can do this to me in this way ……Thank you Max
This music touches my soul and reminds me of my father's words and touch. It makes me feel alive and helps others remember their loved ones.
This song always brings tears to my eyes in the best possible way.
I discovered this theme due to the film THE ARRIVAL, since then, I have found more music composed by Max Richter... and the more I listen to it, the more I like it. Excellent video, thanks
Beautiful noises!, meltingly beautiful!, thank you.
Juste sublime, ça me donne des frissons
Absolutely beautiful.
🙏🙏
Amo tanto. So inspiring So deep. It makes me cry and smile at the same time.
This song is like a bird above soaring above an endless troubled sea on a dreary day, turning and soaring up into a beaming pillar of light coming from an open wound in the clouds, bathed in gold it it disappears above the clouds.
That’s so beautiful. Thank you for such a lovely image.
I want this at my funeral
Beautifully played, it hovers between sadness and serenity.
I don’t have a particular memory that this piece evokes but every time I listen to it, it touches my soul and I can feel myself weeping inside 😢
This is my home...Masterpiece!
Beautiful - Language of Soul ..............
Beautiful rendition. One of the best I've listened to on TH-cam so far!👏
Beautiful rendention.
SIMPLEMENTE HERMOSO
I served in a time of war as a combat soldier. War is anything but what you think it is. War is a glimpse of hell. It is completely devoid of love and kindness and the only thing on your mind is fighting your way back to base. Do your job. That’s what I was told and my job was killing. I’m understand why it was necessary,but I hated doing my job. I’ll never get over doing my job. Every time I look at my son I pray to God that he never has to do my job.
La guerra es el sentir mas bajo del humano, quiere decir matar a tu otro yo, tu prójimo, tu igual, tu hno,
thank you for your service, i am sorry for that terrible experience you had. thank you for all of your sacrifices, mentally, physically emotionally and your time as well. thank you.
Every time I listen to his I can feel his cold skin, so pale, so white. And I remember getting lost in his black eyes, while I caress his face, while I love his scent, while he smiles hiding the pain.that carried his soul... For a moment He returns to me
Juste magnifique, une musique sublime émouvante juste waouhh merci a vous ❤
Ethereal, exquisite, enchanting.
沒有別的話，只有謝謝你們優秀而富情感的演奏。
Music that touched your deepest self
Incredible scenery, divine music!
So glad you enjoyed it
Amazing
thankyou for this beautiful masterpiece. love the atmosphere of that castle too !!
It was a joy to film something to support such beautiful music.
Exquisitely beautiful and moving
Exquisite
This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing your talent and rendition of such an amazing piece
Yes
It is so beautiful and it subliminally gives me feelings, a masterpiece that makes me cry because of how beautiful it is.
Maravilhoso .....amo Brazil escutando e amando
Ona obra caída desde el cielo, con esperanza y tristeza de q encontrarás una luz
Thank you..just magnificent
Absolutely beautiful!
1000000 thnks for this new cover
Magnifique ! Gratitude 🙏✨❤️
Hermoso! Gracias por compartirlo.
Maravilloso
Heart touching
AMAZING MUSIC
Maravilhosa
Wonderful! Great performance from all of you! thank you very much for the opportunity to hear this...
Very beautiful sound
What a masterpiece!
Congratulations, folks! Beautiful sound!
30 de junho ouvindo e amando 2022
Congratulations! Beautiful played!
👏👏👏👏👏🤳👏🤳
"The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came" AINULINDALË
Maravilhoso Parabéns
BRAVOOOOOOO ❤
Glad you enjoy it!
Great Video! Love it!
Thanks Pramod
🎶🎻🎶💙🎶😌🎶
🙏🏼👏👏
❤️❤️❤️🕉️☯️🙏
Beautiful ! But... where is the double bass ??? 😥
I tend to visit this piece, as well as a few others, to try and absorb the nostalgia that spills from it. It’s a beautiful familiarity that I have yet to know. I won’t try and explain, because I think you already understand the articulation.
Thank you 🙏
"a beautiful familiarity that I have yet to know" - you put it beautifully. May I ask the name of those few other pieces you mentioned that spill this sense of heart moving nostalgia?
@@kimtiennguyen7883 thank you! Check out Slow Meadow “crown of amber canopy” That is one of them. Let me know what you think.
Watch part 1 and 2
@@vandalligraphy1300 thank you! I think it's beautiful! For me that one is like a forgotten familiarity that I'm returning to...
Such as in the movie Titanic: the ship is sinking and the musicians keep playing.
I feel a loneliness to spread infinitely
Quelque part au Paradis.
The usual feeble twaddle from Ricter!
when my stomach churns its not making butter, but making flies. flying through focused hoops of stress and pain, losing sight in my eyes. i cant do this anymore I say, I CAAAANT. no. if anyone can step up through all of the weight its you, you can pull through, you can bleed up the mountain and build your garden, copper and berries, eat your sugar and die on your hill. i buried my ego long ago, i thrive in meaninglessness but there is hope...in nothingness. i eat my berries and watch the moon rise.
I think I listened to this song in a movie called Shutter Island Isn't it?
I think it has been used in a few films.
Yeah it's used in Shutter Island :)
The polite sort karunagappally disappear because seashore currently reach athwart a steadfast record. rainy, flippant tile
See, see the old sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, friend do you
Wonder why the genet ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel slithery.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your offddddog facial growth
That looks like
A mould.
What's more, it knows
Your clart potting shed
Smells of grass.
Everything under the big old sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm my cats.
The pathetic system partly play because sled parallely offend unto a easy butter. yielding, average growth
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!