This song makes me imagine slow dancing with my comfort character, Their hands held onto my waist as my hands rested on their shoulders, slowly swaying to the music, not a care in the world, as if it’s just us… 😔
Amidst the soft patter of raindrops, they found themselves in a dance that defied time and reason. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, pulling her close, while her hands rested gently on his shoulders. They swayed, lost in a rhythm that belonged only to them-a melody woven from shared laughter, whispered secrets, and stolen glances. The world blurred around them, leaving only the glow of streetlights and the haunting notes of their love. Rain painted streaks on her cheeks, blending with tears that tasted of longing and regret. He held her as if she were the last note of a fading song, afraid that any sudden movement might shatter the delicate harmony they had created. She leaned into him, seeking refuge from the ache that threatened to consume them both. Their hearts beat in sync, a melancholic tempo that whispered of endings. He pressed his lips to her forehead, tasting salt and sweetness. The rain intensified, and so did their embrace. But love, like rain, could be both tender and merciless. With a final, desperate twirl, he let her go. She stumbled, eyes wide and questioning. He stepped back, chest tight with sorrow. The rain swallowed her, and he was left with the echo of their dance-a bittersweet symphony etched into his soul. And so, they remained two shadows in the rain, forever swaying to a melody only they could hear-a love story written in water and tears, destined to be forgotten by morning. How is this?
This reminds me of a sad senario with one of my ocs. He's sitting outside drinking while his family is inside having fun completely forgetting about him
I wrote this really quick based from your comment! **The Forgotten Boy** The wind howled through the skeletal trees, carrying with it the icy bite of winter. The boy huddled on the porch steps, a tattered blanket wrapped around his thin frame. His breath formed misty clouds in the frigid air, and he clutched the bottle of cheap whiskey as if it were his only lifeline. Inside the cozy living room, laughter echoed. The warmth of the fireplace enveloped the family-the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. They sat around the oak table, plates laden with holiday feast, their faces flushed with merriment. But the boy remained outside, invisible to them. His name was Daniel. Once, he had been part of that laughter, part of the love that filled the room. But now, he was an afterthought-a shadow relegated to the periphery of their lives. His parents, lost in their own struggles, had forgotten him. His younger sister, Lily, had grown distant, her once-bright eyes now dull and indifferent. Daniel took another swig from the bottle, the liquid burning his throat. He wondered how it had come to this-the boy who used to build snowmen with his father, who had tucked Lily into bed with bedtime stories, now reduced to a solitary figure in the cold. The whiskey blurred his memories. He recalled the fights-the bitter arguments that had torn their family apart. His father's angry words, his mother's tear-streaked face. And Daniel, caught in the crossfire, seeking solace in the bottle. He pressed his forehead against the frost-covered windowpane, staring at the scene inside. His parents laughed, clinking glasses, while Lily showed off her new doll. They were a family, whole and complete, without him. Daniel's heart ached. He wondered if they even remembered he existed. Had they noticed his absence? Or was he merely a phantom, a ghost haunting the edges of their lives? As the night deepened, Daniel's thoughts grew darker. He imagined slipping away, vanishing into the snow, leaving behind this world that had forsaken him. Maybe then they would notice-the empty chair at the table, the missing warmth by the fire. But he couldn't move. The alcohol weighed him down, numbing both body and soul. He was frozen in place, a statue of despair. And so, Daniel sat there, the bottle slipping from his numb fingers, tears freezing on his cheeks. The laughter continued inside, oblivious to the broken boy outside. He wondered if anyone would remember him when he was gone-if they would mourn the son, the brother, who had become a casualty of their own battles. The wind whispered secrets to him, promising release. But Daniel clung to the porch railing, his breath visible in the moonlight. For even in his pain, he yearned for connection-for someone to reach out, to pull him back from the abyss. But the door remained closed, the laughter undisturbed. And Daniel, the forgotten boy, surrendered to the cold, the alcohol, and the ache of abandonment. *And so he sat, a silent sentinel, until the dawn painted the sky with hues of gray. The family inside would wake, their memories intact, their hearts blissfully unaware of the boy who had slipped through the cracks.* *And Daniel would remain, etched into the frost-kissed wood, a tragic footnote in their story.* *The forgotten boy.*
I love this because it's quiet and nice to listen to with headphones at night. Could you maybe make more 1 hour versions of these? U don't have to tho lol🙂
y pensar que hay gente pelotuda que dedica estas cancioned tan hermosas, este tipo de canciones es para guardarselas para uno mismo y sentirlo uno mismo.. no sentirlo por alguien mas
Listened to this on repeat while snuggling with my dog Don’t die on me yet, damnnit, you still have a few years left, don’t leave me in the lowest point of my life please I’m begging you Edit: 2 years later I’m still grieving his death, thankfully that boulder is now a small rock, it still hurts but not as bad, but please, call your family, call your friends, spend time with the people you love, even if all good things lasted forever, you should still remember to enjoy every minute of it, I wish long and healthy lives to the parents of those reading this in 2024 and beyond ❤
This song is soooo sooottthhhhiiiinnnnggggg in my sleep and I am hugging my pillow while thinking of my crush cuddling me back thank you for putting this song up😢😢❤❤❤❤
Dont give up on ur dreams follow them if u say ur gonna give up DONT this is ur chance. I hope u had a wonderfull day/night. AND I WISH U A ..... merry christmas and a happy new year!:)
I wrote this based off of this song, hope you like it! **The Last Dance in the Rain** The rain fell in a gentle cadence, each drop a whispered goodbye. The streetlights cast an amber glow, painting the wet pavement with reflections of their love. Sarah and James stood in the middle of the deserted road, their fingers entwined, hearts heavy with the weight of what was about to end. Sarah's eyes shimmered like rain-kissed petals. She wore a faded yellow dress-the same one she had worn on their first date. James, his hair damp and unruly, held her close. His touch was both desperate and tender, as if he could somehow hold back time. "James," Sarah said, her voice barely audible over the rain. "Why does it have to end like this?" He pulled her closer, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of their shared memories. "Because life is cruel," he replied. "And sometimes, love isn't enough." The moon peeked through the storm clouds, a silent witness to their final dance. James hummed softly, and Sarah rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The lyrics of "The Night We Met" echoed in her mind-a haunting melody that spoke of lost chances and broken promises. *"I am not the only traveler,* *Who has not repaid his debt.* *I've been searching for a trail to follow again,* *Take me back to the night we met."* Sarah traced the lines of James's face-the laugh lines etched by years of shared laughter, the worry lines from nights spent apart. She wondered how they had arrived at this crossroad-the place where love collided with reality. "Remember our first kiss?" James whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead. "Under the same moon, in the same rain?" Sarah nodded, tears mingling with raindrops. "You tasted like hope," she said. "Like forever." "But forever is elusive," James replied. "We're like shooting stars-brief, brilliant, and then gone." They swirled in the rain, their steps faltering yet graceful. The song played in their hearts, a requiem for what they couldn't keep. Sarah's dress clung to her skin, and James's shirt was soaked, but they didn't care. This was their last dance-a farewell to stolen kisses, whispered promises, and shared dreams. *"When the night was full of terrors,* *And your eyes were filled with tears,* *When you had not touched me yet,* *Oh, take me back to the night we met."* James twirled Sarah, and she laughed-a bittersweet sound that hung in the rain-soaked air. He dipped her low, their lips brushing, tasting of salt and longing. For a moment, they defied time, lost in the ache of what could have been. "Sarah," James murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. "I'll carry this night with me, always." She pressed her lips to his, sealing their love in that final kiss. The rain intensified, blurring their forms, merging them into one. And as the song reached its crescendo, they held each other, hearts breaking, souls intertwining. *"I had all and then most of you,* *Some and now none of you,* *Take me back to the night we met."* The rain washed away their tears, and Sarah whispered, "Goodbye, James." He held her tighter, unwilling to let go. "Goodbye, my love." And so, they danced-their last dance in the rain. The moon watched, silent and unyielding, as they faded into memory, leaving behind a love that would forever haunt the wet streets and lonely nights. *And as the rain continued to fall, they vanished-two souls entwined, lost in the echoes of a song that would forever bind them.*
If possible pls do medicine by daughter buts it’s played in another room and it’s raining! I completely understand if your busy though! Have a nice day! I’m gonna subscribe x💗💗
my world ' my health ' my wealth ' my sanity ' my self ' everything . i wish to make it better start to fall down equally as water is pouring equally out of jar . a rock who is lost in deepest depth of the ocean i wrote a letter hoping to see you soon enough waiting to be cherished and norished for lifetime . i wonder when will i ever learn as a man . we are meant to provide nor to ask for some . as a man I'm guilty of doing what I'm not told yet my hands won't stop drifting same alley where you used to play like a little child around my eyes . and there was i left stone shocked seeing you and always happy .
hey could you do a version of this where at about 2:12 just before he says « and your eyes were filled with tears » a soft knock is heard on a door and the door slightly creaks open, the music becomes a bit less muffled. Slight footsteps are heard like walking on a carpet. The sound of sheets ruffling and the music becomes completely clear a bit slowly like it was still a bit muffled because the person/listener had a bed sheet over their head. The audio becomes completely clear and then muffles again as the soft click of the door is heard and the person who just came in is inside the room and has just closed the door?
When it's all over, when the capitalism falls, I'll be there. I'll be in a forest hut, lost in my music and rain, never to worry about where my next meal will come from.
@@cjjinnn yeah..he dies from hiv 2 which progressed into aids in a matter of minutes of getting himself checked out after he collapsed at liberty highschool’s senior dance before their graduation had taken place
This is depression on another level. And I love it.
no dear, this song is way beyond than that, it is true definition of bliss
I wish life was different than it is. I want to live in a cottage in the woods and just be at peace with the world.
Life sucks man..
2 years old comment but you're absolutely right yk ^^
Indeed❤
I hope you find your peaceful cottage in the woods soon ❤
I hope shit works out for you a bro I hope u get that cottage and enjoy it keep going
I can‘t explain but this song make me feel so much pain. Maybe because of the series 13 rw
same
SAME OMG....💔💔💔💔
Me too :(
THE FUCKING DANCE SCENE KILLS MY SOUL
Rn I'm sitting on the roof watching the night sky and this song is playing... Its really a different kind of feeling that cannot be explained 😌❤️
I used to go out on the roof with my sister to listen to music and just talk to each other, it was such a serene feeling
@@watermlnjuice_forbl00d ❤️😊
This song makes me imagine slow dancing with my comfort character,
Their hands held onto my waist as my hands rested on their shoulders, slowly swaying to the music, not a care in the world, as if it’s just us…
😔
Amidst the soft patter of raindrops, they found themselves in a dance that defied time and reason. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, pulling her close, while her hands rested gently on his shoulders. They swayed, lost in a rhythm that belonged only to them-a melody woven from shared laughter, whispered secrets, and stolen glances.
The world blurred around them, leaving only the glow of streetlights and the haunting notes of their love. Rain painted streaks on her cheeks, blending with tears that tasted of longing and regret. He held her as if she were the last note of a fading song, afraid that any sudden movement might shatter the delicate harmony they had created.
She leaned into him, seeking refuge from the ache that threatened to consume them both. Their hearts beat in sync, a melancholic tempo that whispered of endings. He pressed his lips to her forehead, tasting salt and sweetness. The rain intensified, and so did their embrace.
But love, like rain, could be both tender and merciless. With a final, desperate twirl, he let her go. She stumbled, eyes wide and questioning. He stepped back, chest tight with sorrow. The rain swallowed her, and he was left with the echo of their dance-a bittersweet symphony etched into his soul.
And so, they remained two shadows in the rain, forever swaying to a melody only they could hear-a love story written in water and tears, destined to be forgotten by morning.
How is this?
When you close your eyes to this it’s like your in a dream or memory it’s actually insane.
This so peaceful and calming. I'm obsessed! :)
This is beautiful! Could you possibly do Renegades by the Ambassador’s next? It reminds me a lot of when I was younger! ❤️
Yess!
yesssss I love this song
yesssss
take me back to the night I fell in love with him.
This stuff is rly cool deserves a follow👍
Do Let her go by passenger next!
CJ X
Thank youuuuu soooooo fucking much for making these videos. You’re an amazing person and you deserve more hype
Ay thanks my guy
for anyone whos watched 13rw, this song is painful af
fr
omg yes #JUSTICEFORHANNAH
@@anonymously_famous what the fuck justice you want for a fictional character
I see him everywhere. In rain, in the front seat of his truck, laughing on the street, everywhere.
this makes me feel so many emotions i can’t even explain-
I'm playing this in loop from past few months (it's like I have my heart on this song)
When I listen I am still dancing in his arms at the beginning of everything. Just wow
Love is absolutely divine... As long as it lasts.
This reminds me of a sad senario with one of my ocs. He's sitting outside drinking while his family is inside having fun completely forgetting about him
I wrote this really quick based from your comment!
**The Forgotten Boy**
The wind howled through the skeletal trees, carrying with it the icy bite of winter. The boy huddled on the porch steps, a tattered blanket wrapped around his thin frame. His breath formed misty clouds in the frigid air, and he clutched the bottle of cheap whiskey as if it were his only lifeline.
Inside the cozy living room, laughter echoed. The warmth of the fireplace enveloped the family-the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. They sat around the oak table, plates laden with holiday feast, their faces flushed with merriment. But the boy remained outside, invisible to them.
His name was Daniel. Once, he had been part of that laughter, part of the love that filled the room. But now, he was an afterthought-a shadow relegated to the periphery of their lives. His parents, lost in their own struggles, had forgotten him. His younger sister, Lily, had grown distant, her once-bright eyes now dull and indifferent.
Daniel took another swig from the bottle, the liquid burning his throat. He wondered how it had come to this-the boy who used to build snowmen with his father, who had tucked Lily into bed with bedtime stories, now reduced to a solitary figure in the cold.
The whiskey blurred his memories. He recalled the fights-the bitter arguments that had torn their family apart. His father's angry words, his mother's tear-streaked face. And Daniel, caught in the crossfire, seeking solace in the bottle.
He pressed his forehead against the frost-covered windowpane, staring at the scene inside. His parents laughed, clinking glasses, while Lily showed off her new doll. They were a family, whole and complete, without him.
Daniel's heart ached. He wondered if they even remembered he existed. Had they noticed his absence? Or was he merely a phantom, a ghost haunting the edges of their lives?
As the night deepened, Daniel's thoughts grew darker. He imagined slipping away, vanishing into the snow, leaving behind this world that had forsaken him. Maybe then they would notice-the empty chair at the table, the missing warmth by the fire.
But he couldn't move. The alcohol weighed him down, numbing both body and soul. He was frozen in place, a statue of despair.
And so, Daniel sat there, the bottle slipping from his numb fingers, tears freezing on his cheeks. The laughter continued inside, oblivious to the broken boy outside. He wondered if anyone would remember him when he was gone-if they would mourn the son, the brother, who had become a casualty of their own battles.
The wind whispered secrets to him, promising release. But Daniel clung to the porch railing, his breath visible in the moonlight. For even in his pain, he yearned for connection-for someone to reach out, to pull him back from the abyss.
But the door remained closed, the laughter undisturbed. And Daniel, the forgotten boy, surrendered to the cold, the alcohol, and the ache of abandonment.
*And so he sat, a silent sentinel, until the dawn painted the sky with hues of gray. The family inside would wake, their memories intact, their hearts blissfully unaware of the boy who had slipped through the cracks.*
*And Daniel would remain, etched into the frost-kissed wood, a tragic footnote in their story.*
*The forgotten boy.*
@@trulyalicia Ooo
I’m not even in heartbreak rather I never even got love … but still this song hits
This song makes my heart ache on a deep and personal level.
"Why does this sound like a goodbye?"
"Cause it is".......
stop causing me pain.
@@isla3187 you think I'm not in pain?
Fr
I'M CRYING DAMN.
Beautiful, I’ve always loved this song, it brings me peace and helps me relax. Could you possibly do a 1hr version if you find the time?
and just for you + you are with your soulmate. do with them whatever u want.
I love this because it's quiet and nice to listen to with headphones at night. Could you maybe make more 1 hour versions of these? U don't have to tho lol🙂
omg this is such a good song and you just made it sm better pls i love you. can you make this 1 hour aswell please. you deserve a follow :)
y pensar que hay gente pelotuda que dedica estas cancioned tan hermosas, este tipo de canciones es para guardarselas para uno mismo y sentirlo uno mismo.. no sentirlo por alguien mas
Listened to this on repeat while snuggling with my dog
Don’t die on me yet, damnnit, you still have a few years left, don’t leave me in the lowest point of my life please
I’m begging you
Edit: 2 years later I’m still grieving his death, thankfully that boulder is now a small rock, it still hurts but not as bad, but please, call your family, call your friends, spend time with the people you love, even if all good things lasted forever, you should still remember to enjoy every minute of it, I wish long and healthy lives to the parents of those reading this in 2024 and beyond ❤
This is to two boys, and these two boys only:
I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you...I’m sorry you couldn’t love each other...
Louis and Harry x
Harry Connick Jr?
Could you make this into a 1 hour version? I love this so so much, one of my favourite songs
This song is soooo sooottthhhhiiiinnnnggggg in my sleep and I am hugging my pillow while thinking of my crush cuddling me back thank you for putting this song up😢😢❤❤❤❤
underrated-
this is the best slowed edition
I’m sorry but we really need an hour version from you. This songs and your edit makes it 1000% more powerful. Please
this song is just so beautiful
thank you so much for the video. i love you!
Dont give up on ur dreams follow them if u say ur gonna give up DONT this is ur chance. I hope u had a wonderfull day/night. AND I WISH U A ..... merry christmas and a happy new year!:)
It's 2024 & I'm still here!
Commenting for the algorithm
This is a good crying song
I wrote this based off of this song, hope you like it!
**The Last Dance in the Rain**
The rain fell in a gentle cadence, each drop a whispered goodbye. The streetlights cast an amber glow, painting the wet pavement with reflections of their love. Sarah and James stood in the middle of the deserted road, their fingers entwined, hearts heavy with the weight of what was about to end.
Sarah's eyes shimmered like rain-kissed petals. She wore a faded yellow dress-the same one she had worn on their first date. James, his hair damp and unruly, held her close. His touch was both desperate and tender, as if he could somehow hold back time.
"James," Sarah said, her voice barely audible over the rain. "Why does it have to end like this?"
He pulled her closer, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of their shared memories. "Because life is cruel," he replied. "And sometimes, love isn't enough."
The moon peeked through the storm clouds, a silent witness to their final dance. James hummed softly, and Sarah rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The lyrics of "The Night We Met" echoed in her mind-a haunting melody that spoke of lost chances and broken promises.
*"I am not the only traveler,*
*Who has not repaid his debt.*
*I've been searching for a trail to follow again,*
*Take me back to the night we met."*
Sarah traced the lines of James's face-the laugh lines etched by years of shared laughter, the worry lines from nights spent apart. She wondered how they had arrived at this crossroad-the place where love collided with reality.
"Remember our first kiss?" James whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead. "Under the same moon, in the same rain?"
Sarah nodded, tears mingling with raindrops. "You tasted like hope," she said. "Like forever."
"But forever is elusive," James replied. "We're like shooting stars-brief, brilliant, and then gone."
They swirled in the rain, their steps faltering yet graceful. The song played in their hearts, a requiem for what they couldn't keep. Sarah's dress clung to her skin, and James's shirt was soaked, but they didn't care. This was their last dance-a farewell to stolen kisses, whispered promises, and shared dreams.
*"When the night was full of terrors,*
*And your eyes were filled with tears,*
*When you had not touched me yet,*
*Oh, take me back to the night we met."*
James twirled Sarah, and she laughed-a bittersweet sound that hung in the rain-soaked air. He dipped her low, their lips brushing, tasting of salt and longing. For a moment, they defied time, lost in the ache of what could have been.
"Sarah," James murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. "I'll carry this night with me, always."
She pressed her lips to his, sealing their love in that final kiss. The rain intensified, blurring their forms, merging them into one. And as the song reached its crescendo, they held each other, hearts breaking, souls intertwining.
*"I had all and then most of you,*
*Some and now none of you,*
*Take me back to the night we met."*
The rain washed away their tears, and Sarah whispered, "Goodbye, James."
He held her tighter, unwilling to let go. "Goodbye, my love."
And so, they danced-their last dance in the rain. The moon watched, silent and unyielding, as they faded into memory, leaving behind a love that would forever haunt the wet streets and lonely nights.
*And as the rain continued to fall, they vanished-two souls entwined, lost in the echoes of a song that would forever bind them.*
This is so good !!!
@@cjjinnn thank you so much!!
If possible pls do medicine by daughter buts it’s played in another room and it’s raining! I completely understand if your busy though! Have a nice day! I’m gonna subscribe x💗💗
your channel is my everything
Appreciate it! Just seen you replied to my comment on another video and had to come check it out!
pls - put this on SoundCloud or Spotify :D
you're the best channel I've ever seen ok, thanks for existing I love you.
i cried😥
muffled songs are something else
Side by Side- Layup would be dope with this edit
This sounds like musi pc to play at. Funeral.
This is awesome it helps a lot could you do feeling Whitney by post Malone
Any chance you could do Lost In Time And Space by Lord Huron? I believe the introduction would be absolutely phenomenal with this rain pairing
my world ' my health ' my wealth ' my sanity ' my self ' everything . i wish to make it better start to fall down equally as water is pouring equally out of jar .
a rock who is lost in deepest depth of the ocean i wrote a letter hoping to see you soon enough waiting to be cherished and norished for lifetime .
i wonder when will i ever learn as a man . we are meant to provide nor to ask for some .
as a man I'm guilty of doing what I'm not told yet my hands won't stop drifting same alley where you used to play like a little child around my eyes .
and there was i left stone shocked seeing you and always happy .
This is so great😣 could you do lord Huron le belle fleur please
Let her go by passnger do it plz
hey could you do a version of this where at about 2:12 just before he says « and your eyes were filled with tears » a soft knock is heard on a door and the door slightly creaks open, the music becomes a bit less muffled. Slight footsteps are heard like walking on a carpet. The sound of sheets ruffling and the music becomes completely clear a bit slowly like it was still a bit muffled because the person/listener had a bed sheet over their head. The audio becomes completely clear and then muffles again as the soft click of the door is heard and the person who just came in is inside the room and has just closed the door?
I can’t do life anymore
Can you do train wreck but it’s played in another room 1 hour?🥺
I wish to live my life with the girl of my dreams, I still wait for her to come back like she said she would
This gives me we were liars vibes
Please please make this longer please
Fire thank u
POV: you ran out of apple juice
Wait - same
@@cjjinnn it hits hard ✨😭
i love you
For one *in my heart* 13 reasons why moment, and for two can you do i lost a friend by finneas and lost boy by Ruth b
could you please do only by ry x with raining please it would be perfect
l loveeeee youuuu ♥️♥️♥️♥️
🖤
❤
I'm loving this depression ❤
12:22 am 06 Feb 2024
When it's all over, when the capitalism falls, I'll be there. I'll be in a forest hut, lost in my music and rain, never to worry about where my next meal will come from.
Can you do some stuff by Gregory Alan Isakov next!?
Can you please make this noise longer ?
if you have the time could you do step into my life by powfu?
Could you put all these songs on soundcloud
😖😭💔
this generation is so broken gawd
Spoiler for season 4 of 13 rw
Justin foley 💔💔
Wait wait wait he dies? No way
@@cjjinnn yeah..he dies from hiv 2 which progressed into aids in a matter of minutes of getting himself checked out after he collapsed at liberty highschool’s senior dance before their graduation had taken place
Can someone be my friend
The eager withdrawal physically unfasten because engineering intradurally consist below a ruthless hen. substantial, regular price
Absolutely beautiful