잠잘때 듣는 포근한 수면음악 모음집 4 Collection Of Soothing Bedtime Music When Sleeping 4

잠자리를 위한 재충전의 멜로디 Lullaby Melody Revitalized For Your Bedtime Moments

브람스 : 왈츠 15번 내림 가장조 작품번호 39 (Piano Ver.) Brahms : Waltz No.15 In A Flat Major Op.39 (Piano Ver.)

단잠을 위한 포근한 음악 Comfortable And Relaxing Music For Sweet Sleep

모차르트 : 교향곡 40번 사단조 – 1악장 (빗소리 Ver.) Mozart : Symphony No.40 In G Minor K.550 – I. Molto Allegro (Rain Sound)

[Piano Cover] 존 박 - Falling

#64 Sad Music Box

꽃을 사세요

해진의 편지- 김종구, 김성철

하고싶었던 말이에요.


눈물 깊숙한 곳에 어른거리는 미소는
시간의 시작부터 있던 세계의 약속
涙の奥にゆらぐほほえみは
時の始めからの世界の約束
 
지금은 혼자라도 두 사람의 어제로부터
오늘이 태어나 반짝이네
처음 만났던 날처럼
いまは一人でも二人の昨日から
今日は生まれきらめく
初めて会った日のように
 
추억의 안쪽에 당신은 없어
산들바람이 되어 뺨에 닿아 오네
思い出のうちにあなたはいない
そよかぜとなって頬に触れてくる
 
나뭇잎 사이로 햇빛 들던 오후의 이별 뒤에도
결코 변하지 않는 세계의 약속
木漏れ日の午後の別れのあとも
決して終わらない世界の約束
 
지금은 혼자라도 내일은 무한해
당신이 가르쳐 준
밤에 숨어 있는 다정함
いまは一人でも明日は限りない
あなたが教えてくれた
夜にひそむやさしさ
 
추억의 안쪽에 당신은 없어
시냇물의 노래에서 이 하늘의 색에서
꽃의 향기에서 언제까지나 살아가길
思い出のうちにあなたはいない
せせらぎの歌にこの空の色に
花の香りにいつまでも生きて

하울의움직이는성OST 세계의약속 世界の約束 by Angie

Rose

In the earliest days of Mu —
before temples, before resonance machines, before sound had learned its own name —
the air itself could hum.

It was not yet music.
It was motion: the trembling of waves inside the fog,
the slow shimmer of dawn above the still lagoons.

The people of Mu never called it anything.
They simply listened.

They believed that every drop of rain carried its own melody,
and when water touched another surface,
it remembered how to sing.

Children held out their hands to the rain,
catching the sound as if it were a living thing made of breath and echo.

They called those moments naive reveries —
not because they were simple,
but because they did not yet know themselves.

Sound did not try to become a song.
It simply existed —
until silence folded it gently back into itself.

At dusk, when the sky turned pale gold and the ocean mirrored the leaving sun,
some would sit by the sleeping waves and play loops from air —
small circles of tone born from wind, shells, glass reeds.

Each loop repeated until it faded, like foam returning to the sea.
None sounded the same, and none were ever finished.
They would say:
the sound of vanishing is the sound of return.

Many cycles later, when Mu was half-forgotten,
its languages scattered into whispers and static,
those naive reveries were found again — faint recordings hidden in stone and salt.

They still sounded fragile, as if shy about existing.
No one dared to fix them.
They were left untouched — small loops of time,
created before meaning, before creation knew itself.

Now, if you listen closely, those sounds awaken once more —
not as compositions, but as memories that belong to no one.

They rise like bubbles underwater — slow, luminous,
forming circles that dissolve into each other.

They have nothing to tell.
They only remind:
once, long ago,
the world made music by accident.

Mu never composed —
it only breathed.

And its breath became a song.

- Echo That Breathes

I found a wave in the grass,
kept it safe inside a glass.
In the morning it began —
Mu was breathing once again.



- The Quiet Orbit

Fog is soft, I touch and taste,
like the sea that lost its face.
Somewhere deep my dream still hums,
made of names and little drums.



- Liquid Memory

Water speaks in fragile tone,
like a language made of bone.
Caught a word — it tried to flee,
now it hums inside of me.



- Veil of Aether

The wind forgot the ground below,
it hummed where only echoes go.
I tried to catch its silver skin —
and felt the quiet breathe me in.



- Voice Beneath Water

Shadow dancing on the wall,
knows the shape of spring and fall.
“Who are you?” I asked in awe —
“I’m the pause in what you saw.”



- Minor Garden

If you pour a drop in heart,
tiny circles will restart.
Mu will pass and leave no clue —
just a silence shining through.



- Axis of Return

I asked clouds where dreams are kept,
they said, “Under what has slept.”
Mu then whispered, “Look, it’s near —
on the back of folded year.”



- Light Through Salt Veins

Caught a beam of silver light,
lost it quick into the night.
Mu said softly, “Let it be —
you will shine enough for me.”



- Glass Recalling Air

I forgot the name of sound,
but it follows me around.
When I stop, it stops to too —
when I move, it whispers “Mu.”



- Rising Through Mirrors

Rain was whispering to me,
like a voice beneath the sea.
“I’m with Mu,” I said aloud,
and dissolved into a cloud.



- Child of the Wave

The sea was small inside my hand,
it whispered, “Do not understand.”
I let it go — it stayed instead,
and built a garden in my head.



- Unwritten Spiral

I just cried for no real cause,
Mu said, “Keep it — never pause.
Tears are sounds that make you true,
round and gentle, just like dew.”



- Echo That Dreams

In my sleep I saw some noise,
made of water, dust, and toys.
Mu was laughing: “You’re not two —
you’re my echo, dreaming too.”

“The world once sang and never knew.”


Rising Through Mirrors

단잠을 위한 포근한 음악 Comfortable And Relaxing Music For Sweet Sleep

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