Back to your homeland after being gone for many years

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🎹 Take a moment to unwind with this classical music playlist. This relaxing collection of instrumental pieces will help you calm your busy mind and enjoy the serenity of classical music 💗

🙏 Please don't report or reup my video, this is my work 🙏

[luzm]

I live away from home because of college, and I miss home a lot. When I get back, I'll listen to this playlist.

[bopeton]

Something's really wrong with the audio in this encoding. It's pops and cuts out nonstop for me, even when I leave and come back to the video after several days.

[MyuNeptune]

This gonna play in my headphones in two weeks when i'm going to be flying home after 8 years of being gone.

[hoody]

And we're waiting for you to return back to us 🤎🎼

[clarestaoctavia]

I'm writing about a character who now finally returns to their home country after years being taken away from it and with this playlist feel like the universe is telling something

[AswathReacher]

this is beautiful <3 thanks man after livin' on earth for a long time I have finally found my way to my home Pluto !!! Now I can hear this playlist while I go there <3

[Amellia]

I didn't know I was indifferent to my parents. I live far away from my home. Thanks to this playlist. I miss them. I decided to take some days off to go back and visit my family.

[briellekm]

The glitchiness of the audio stops at 16:00. It starts in another song and stops at 39:53. happy listening <3

[queenfrozenclaws]

One of the best parts about your videos are the titles man, love them x3

[valenciaboyland]

Please post your videos where part of my routine and I love the paintings ❤️🎼🙏

[olympia]

back to my homeland (my parents' place) after being gone for many years (for 3 months because of uni)

[BrainDeadBrie]

Begging for the title of this version of greensleaves

[Optimism_Now]

Welcome to the channel. We wish you a happy new year full of love, joy and success😍

[lst]

Now this I will play on the flight back home

[Luicor]

It has been far too long since I have left my hometown. Two decades to be exact. Never did I ever consider turning my head towards the firection of my past. Ever since the day of my departure, I have promised my parents that I would make my return soon. I advised them not to search for me. It was time that I left the nest. The last ever words spoken to me was from my father:

“You are at the age now. Make your own decisions and manifest your own future. I and your mother will wait for you here, for when you come back. Now go and do not turn back.”

The area seemed to feel lifeless. No birds were chirping, no animals were galloping around. And especially, there were no people walking inside and out. I went further into the town. First realization that came to mind: everything was abandoned. The buildings were colorless and some were even destroyed. Nevertheless, I proceeded my way to my parents house. It seemed odd that no one has greeted me yet. Decades ago, this area was filled with happygoers. Now, it felt empty.

At last, I have reached my parent’s house. Similar to the other buildings, the house was colorless. The garden seemed to be full of dead crops. I made my way inside and let out a hello. No one echoed back. I attempted for the second time, and a groan was heard. It sounded like an elderly man in trouble, so I kept on searching. It was up until the family bedroom that I saw two people resting on the bed. A old man and woman, seemed to be a couple, were snoring deeply. Could it be? They look nothing like them. So, I decided to wake them up. They were in a deep deep sleep.

“Hello, are you two alright?”

The couple stopped snoring and woke up. The man was alarmed to see a young adult like myself bursting in their home without notice. He demanded to know who I am. I told them that I was their son, and I have finally came back. They were suspicious.

“That’s impossible. If you are really our long-gone son, then what is your name?”

“I am Jackson, and I was born on the 25th of December. And I said on that day that I left that I would return. Today is that day.”

I took out a pendant that my mother gave me when I was little, and I placed it on her hands. She squinted at the novelty, and analyzing it. It only took a good 5 seconds for the realization to settle in. She began to cry.

“Jackson, you have came to back to us.”

The man, who is my father, followed as well.

“Oh goodness gracious. It really is you Jackson. You have grown up a lot. Time has really treated you well.”

For the rest of the day, I ate dinner at the table and discussed with them how things are going. However, the question lingering on my mind needed to be answered.

“Mother, why is the town abandoned? It seems that the only ones living here are you two.”

I thought I was going to receive a normal response. But suddenly…

“Oh dear, we have been dead long ago. There has been a war here, and the result came to us being killed. We are no longer here. We are not real.”

“What are you…”

“She is right, son. We are only in your imagination. You knew that we were already dead, and that’s why you are dreaming about us.”

“But, how can I see you?”

I hear gunshots and explosions coming from all over our surroundings. No one was in sight. Another explosion ignited. This time, it had shook me up so much that I have woke up. I was lying on the floor while hundreds of men zoomed past me. One of them was beside me with a worried expression.

I was shot in the chest. How could this be? That is where the bigger picture is.


I am at war.



The end.

[OnelineadaywithLaura]

I think from the minute 16:00 it's ok to listen

[tanguyentuonganh]

Hi chillin station, It would be really great to have a chilling Christmas song playlist. Can you do it for us pleaseeee❤❤❤ btw I have ‘t heard from u for a month :((( are u oke

[Willow-ocpw]

BOY WHO WALKS IN THE RAIN
The rain is pouring hard on my back. It has to be the worst it has ever been. Or, is it the same daily and I just never seem to get used to it? My vans are soaked and I could hear the water in them make their own little noise; seemed like everyone else had music in their life apart from me. The cold wind spares no second glance as it thrashes violently. I have reached a sandbox and I see a small shed ahead. I realize without thinking my feet have brought me towards a shelter from the weather but what’s the point? I see no use in moving. It’s all over, the world has fallen apart, my world has fallen apart long ago. So must I try so hard to avoid getting a fever? My drenched clothes and shoes continue to drag me into the soil. I try to find some stray comfort in the smell of rain and rain dampened soil in the air but find I am too accustomed to these, too used to being rained down on, and too used to standing rooted to the spot and doing nothing about it. At least the weather fairy was being real, unlike…
That’s when HE comes along…
He wraps his arms around me the way a lover would. I could never get used to this. The warmest embrace anyone could possibly offer me, the softest scent ever. He hold me like sand, as if he’s scared I’ll fall apart off any nano second. I want to thank him, I want to hold him back but I realise I’m already freezing. At least it doesn’t hurt any more. He makes me feel the most stable I could ever be.
‘They clearly said it’d rain today on the forecast’ He plays with my long tangled hair as continues to scold me while I say nothing. His honey voice voice slightly muffled by my hair. I get swept by his warmth even in the cold breeze. Why was he always willing to get out in the cold for me every time I couldn’t understand.
The storm seems to disappear, so do all my problems as I take in his homely scent; coffee and hot chocolate. It takes me a while to realize he’s already holding both my hands as he gently tugs me towards the shade.
He pauses to look at the worn out me, gives me his warmest smile before ruffling my hair.
The walk seems too short. He runs his slender fingers through my hair to dry it partly, stops only to raise his frustrated eyebrows at me before ruffling my hair one last time and walking away into the rain.
Just like that, I did not get to tell him that I grew my hair so he could ruffle it with his warm slender fingers more, did not get to tell him I never colour my hair so it would always be his favourite shade of coffee brown but I know he always knows. Whereas I would never know what is on his mind unless he says it. It has always been like that. I know he will be here every time I am baffled at how harsh the world can be and am close to giving up. ‘Cause that’s what he’s for…to comfort me just enough and leave me the moment I am at my feet again…
He’s just someone who holds me still in the middle of a turbulence
twitter and instagram: @julyswillow

[lawrencewhyte]

Fine selection, however I can confirm something is wrong with audio

[agustin.tidona]

has something popping all over and i couldn stand it passing the 7th min :/