Nightcore - I'm With You

Here we go! New Nightcore again, next video will be a Nightstep so keep your eyes open!
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• Please take note that I never claimed that I remixed any of these songs. I only nightcore it. So if you don't know what Nightcore or Nightstep is, please find out before commenting.

[xXZombieSlayerXx]

Is it just me or is anyone else looking at this picture and overthinking it into a novel like story? Cause what I see is:

Miku (im assuming the character shown is Hatsune Miku)  has just passed away on the other side of a bridge, alone in the cold, crying outside of a warm home that could have offered her salvation. By her side is an almost empty box of matches, two of which are snuffed out and one glowing with a dying ember. Her "dress" is little more than dirty nightgown, or rag of some sort, and her sleeve is torn. Her soul leaves to the afterlife smiling with what seem to be tears of joy and another hand reaches out to welcome her.

What I'm getting in terms of story from what we're given is this:

                  Miku has lost everything. Her home, her family, friends, and loved ones have all died or abandoned her and left her alone to fend for herself. She strives to survive on her own and succeeds at first, but it is difficult since she is now seen as filthy, pathetic, and unsavory by the locals.
                Soon winter arrives and she finds it to be difficult to keep warm. No one spares her a passing glance, she has only rags for clothing, no shelter to keep her from the biting frost and chilling winds, and not even her fellow street urchins and homeless companions will allow her a place to keep warm around their drum fires.
              Her situation grows dire and she feels the cold seeping into her body like a poison slowly filling her veins. Desperately she runs to numerous homes, inns, and taverns to try and find somewhere where she can belong, where she can escape from this maddening loneliness and killing cold; however no one wants her, no one keeps her, and she is turned away or chased off by all she pleads to for salvation.
              She decides that she is on her own and that in order to survive she must make her own fire. She scavenges the town for any means to make a fire, but at this time of year, any potential salvage is already cleaned out, or is already being burned. She resolves to steal what she needs from whoever or wherever possible and sets off to the nearest building.
              She sneaks into a tavern when the bartender goes into the back, and finds a box of matches left on the bar. She pockets the box and is about to grab a log or two from the pile by the fireplace when the bartender returns, and yells at her to get out. She tries to grab a log and run, but is caught by the arm and dragged to the door. The bartender throws her out into the cobblestone street by her arm, tearing her sleeve, and takes the log back inside with him.
Miku gets up quickly and runs before the commotion attracts anymore attention from the neighboring townsfolk. She goes as far away as she can and manages to make it to the road leading out of the city. Her bare feet can take no more, and eventually she collapses on the outskirts of town by a brick home.
              She hears laughter inside the home and peeks inside to see a family happily eating dinner. Tears form in the corners of her eyes as she remembers her own family who has passed on, and she hides back below the window before the family can see her. Before the family can realize she exists and then threaten to beat her if she stays around their home.
               Now plagued by memories of happier days, and of times she spent with her family, Miku cries and curls in on herself, wishing there was a way out, a way to go back to the times when everything wasn't so cruel, so cold. She takes out the box of matches in her pocket and pours out its contents in her hand. Her heart sinks at seeing only three, lanky and somewhat bent matches. With fleeting hope, she attempts to light the first match, only to have it be blown out by a gust of wind. She attempts the second, but due to her excessive shivering accidentally drops it into the snow. Her last match, her only hope, her last chance is all that's left. She carefully places it against the rough surface of the match box, and strikes a fire that manages to catch. But it is not enough.
              Her body is too cold, and the small flame from the match isn't enough to melt the ice currently forming in her veins. She feels her tears slowly freezing against her cheeks, and her hope snuff out like the last match settling into an small ember. She hears the family laugh inside again, and cries out all her despair, hope and sorrow.
              Eventually everything grows numb. The nipping pain of frostbite fades away and the biting cold doesn't seem so ravenous anymore. Her tears stop flowing yet her sorrow stays inside her. She feels slightly at peace, and even a little euphoric as the numbing sensation grows. Her eyelids grow heavy and she realizes just how tired she has become. Eventually her sobs stop, but her sorrow is still plain to see. Her breathing starts to slow and her worries become nonexistant. She knows what's happening, and she knows she cannot stop it.
             She isn't ready, she realizes, she still wants to live! Her tears begin anew and her emotions soar, yet her body still freezes over. "It isn't fair." she whispers as the light flickers in her eyes. "It... isn't..." Her eyes close, and her body stills with the cease in her shivering. Leaning against the home filled with warmth and happiness, what could have been her salvation in this cold and cruel world, Miku passes away, alone and cold.
            A light shines against her eyelids, and she slowly awakens once more. She feels strange, lighter, like an enormous burden that was hers to bear had suddenly been lifted. She looks back to see herself and realizes with a mix dread, and wonder that she is dead. "Miku." A voice whispers. She turns to see a hand reach out to her from the light, and she feels warmth again for the first time in days. She sees all of her beloved dead reaching out to her, beckoning her to come to them. Crying once more, but now with tears of joy, Miku reaches out and leaves to join the dearly departed.

[corrindrowned]

Man, I haven't listened to this song in 4 years, now coming back to it, it makes me cry!

[godofdarknesswrath]

it is about the story the little match box about the poor girl trying to sell matches durning chrismas or before, im not sure but she starts getting colder and starts burning some of her matches while remember about her grandma who passed away who would give the girl a feeling of warmth so every time she lights a match she sees her grandma clearer and clearer until she light her final match where she drifts off away into a warm play with her grandma.

[milkteamang]

this nightcore version makes me so so emotional ;_;

[nicetomeetyou]

I love the part when it says Its a damn cold night. This song is more addicting with nightcore <3

[kratos]

u never disappoint thx for the song i have felt the that down before and its most of the time when the evil in me trys to break out love your uploads

[bishfish]

I came here for the music. But now i come here for the pictures and the music

[MillaMaple]

i like this picture, bc she is about to give up, to lose her soul but she don't, she's keep herself up and fight, she don't want to live anymore but deep in her heart something tell her to keep fighting and not giving up

[Salan]

So many uploads~ This is getting close to the youtube-link spam you like to xD Great job with the song btw ;3

[jonathanf]

This picture reminds me of that feeling when you lost your keys.. The feels

[Cryfield]

K... fuck. I'm crying ;-; WHY DOES THIS SONG MAKE ME SO EMOTIONAL ;-; <3 Avril did something right <3

[mknknutsson]

Can't stop listning D: x)
So it's REALLY good ;3

[huisbotha]

Dang... the picture though... *-* Beautiful music too. :)

[toxicratpack]

why do a lot of people turn the comments into an emotional/attention seeking place when there's a good sad song?

[gina]

omg the little match stick girl that story always makes me cry

[linekyed]

This picture reminds me of a H. C. Andersen story... It was really sad ;(

[liuwoods]

I just realised she is dead and I just saw her spirit lift and go to heaven 😢

[kabisue]

This picture is very symbolic in  way.

[MiraiNikki]

Hey can I use your music my gaming channel I give you credit for the music since nightstepcreater98 got flag

[fairlyfickle]

the little match girl re-imagined... i'm WEEPING