Had nothing better to do, so i collected the song names and creators. would be helpful if this got pinned

I love how everyone is just high and chilling it feels like we’re all friends and we don’t even know eachother

“you said it was a ghost story. it isn’t. it’s a love story.” “same thing, really.”

I don't know why my lonely heart listens to this... Perhaps it is because there is a comfort in sorrow.

You return to the castle as an old woman, years have passed since you first stepped into the ballroom, almost twice a lifetime. You remember everything, the colours, the perfumes, the smiles and laughter that had brighten the marble hall. And you remember her. Young, with lilies decorating her raven hair and silver dress, her piercing black eyes that used to intimidate most of the guests, but not you. Her coldness was fascinating, because from time to time her mask of porcelain would vanish with a simple smile, one dedicated only to you. You will never forget her and you will never forgive yourself for not speaking to her while there was still a glimpse of peace in the kingdom, before the war that brought you east, while she remained in the castle, braver than most. Walls can tell stories, and the rubble around you is full of melancholy, yet still you came, to leave a bouquet of wild lilies in the marble hall, with a foolish hope that her ghost might smile back to you, both still longing for a dance carved in immortality. EDIT: Ahh thank you all for the kind words, you made my day/s :)

“I cannot dance” “Then I will teach you” “But I will only make a fool of myself” “Then we will be fools together. I do not care for what the world thinks as long as you are with me” Being guided through the ballroom to the center of the room. My nerves began to rise; but when they looked at me like that with such love and passion my worries floated away like a mere whisper in the night. Tonight two ghosts forever in love danced the halls and shared romantic secrets only two lovers would know. For there tragedy will never be known but their love will forever be felt.

My eyes filled with tears as he led me inside the ballroom. As he turned to me, the starstruck look in his eyes was replaced with concern. "What's the matter?" he asked, stepping forward. "I don't deserve this," I whispered. "I've done so much to you, caused you so much pain, I don't deserve something as grand as this." I gestured with my hand to the dress he gifted me, the sparkling chandelier and the beautifully decorated ballroom. His kind smile turned sad as he gently raised my chin so that I was forced to gaze into the abyss of his eyes. "The fact that you acknowledge what you've done is of little consequence to me. I see your heart, I have seen it since the moment I first laid eyes on you. You've been hurt, and yet you still continue to treat others with kindness and integrity. Trust me, you deserve the world and more. I am only sorry I can't give that to you in its entirety. But if you'll have me," he grasped my hands in his. "I would like to. Every day for the rest of our lives." I smiled. The joy in his eyes sparkled like a clear spring when hit with a pillar of sunlight. And right then, I knew what my answer would be.

he breathed, " promise me forever." i chuckled, "promise me now."

The moonlight shines, On the old castle's walls, Two lovers dance, In the shadows' thrall, The ghosts whisper, Their secrets in the night, The shadows shift, In the pale moonlight. Romantic, with its touch of mystery, This atmosphere feels like history, As the two lovers dance, In the dark of the castle, The secrets of the past, Echo through the air, And the moonlit sky, Brings light to their affair.

One two three One two three Echos through the halls The sound of our feet still engraved into my mind like a burn mark Reminding me each day with a sting that you are no longer with me One two three One two… The song of a nightingale silenced and never to be heard again The sight of your grace Now buried under a solemn grave My beautiful Adelaide Forgive me One two three One.. I pray for the day our maker takes me away Brings me to a place where we can stay Where we can waltz the night away Spend the day And I can say… I love you One two three … At last the day has come My beautiful daughter I will join you in the afterlife where we can continue to play And I can hear your voice say “Let’s dance dad” One two three I am finally where I want to be As I hang from this tree I am free To be with my beautiful Adelaide

I watched her sway to the music in the moonlight, the way she flowed and ebbed like water in the rubble of the castle. The war ended leaving only ruin and murder behind, but all that seemed irrelevant to her. She swayed with the wind and pranced around without a care in the world. How I wanted to hold her, to dance away my sorrows with her. And yet I couldn't, for she lived on only in my memories. I turned my back to what once was the place I first met my true love.

You guys are apologizing too much for being so creative, I hope one day you feel that you shouldn’t apologize again for your creativity.

Dark academia is perfect for writing, especially if the story you're trying to tell is just slightly melancholic.

I hope someday when my girlfriend and I learn how to do ballroom dancing, she and I can listen to this and dance together. This is so soothing yet melancholic.

"how could you be so trusting, for all you know, i might be a ghost and i'm here to haunt you!" I said, making eerie ghost sounds, half laughing. "well" he said matter of factly, with one of those looks that stared right into your soul, like they knew every bit of you, you only get those looks once in a lifetime, or maybe twice, sometimes never "if i walk away without knowing what to be in your embrace feels like, I WILL be haunted, by regret. I choose to be haunted by you, a ghost of my choosing.. and then I open my eyes, and he's not there.. now i'm the one haunted.

"And as the rain poured and the night stretched for what seemed like ages, the couple danced within those old walls. Wanting nothing more than to remain in each others embrace forever, their hearts beating as one, and their lips meeting each others as that night would cherish forever"

Two women, a ray of sunlight and a beacon of shadow in a dilapidated room. The walls are close to caving in, the roof sagging. But beneath their swishing gowns, the floor is polished smooth like a river stone. Their feet have worn it down almost to nothing, a final sheen of wood before the dirt foundations of the castle. It is haunted, they say. But if there are ghosts, if that is the reason no one comes here, they are quiet, now. They watch the dancers, arms loosely around each other, gowns trailing somehow gracefully in centuries of dust. The two women pay no mind to the specters that are so mesmerized by them. They see only each other through their opera masks, molded by now to their faces. What more is there to see, in such a great world, but the one you love? What more is there worth seeing, worth finding? They dance. The ghost of a man plays a haunting tune on the piano. The castle collapses, the wood wears away, the years go on. They do not stop dancing.

A haunted place cannot penetrate the light of love shared between two souls. The gloom is in the not knowing or understanding, or the unrequited. I feel no sorrow. I know no great sadness. It’s beautiful, but it’s not dancing with your lover, it’s dancing around your love.

We are lost in the woods while going for a holiday trip. My husband called for rescue and with GPS they were searching for us and we were trying to figure a way out ourselves. We planned for this trip after marriage, since we were so coped in with our work. While walking in the woods we came across the haunted house, which was scary as well as aesthetic at the same time. For some reasons we got attracted towards it and went inside. Remembering everything about our past life, our connection to this house and how much struggle we had to go through to be together in the past and even in this life time. Forgetting all the sorrows of our past we started dancing, confirming to the God as well as all the souls inside the castle that both of us will live together happily forever. With our dance all the dead peoples soul gets to heaven, and we continued to dance until the rescue cames for us and we enjoy the rest of our trip while keeping the whole haunted castle and our past life recollection incident a secret from the rest of the world.

The music softly played throughout the ballroom, the sound of the heels of our shoes clicked in sync on the tiled marble flooring. Swaying back and forth my long wavy brown hair brushing up against my back. In one hand I held up my ivory coloured floor length dress as not to trip on it and my other hand was held gently by yours. I could feel your hand gently hovering over my lower back. The smell of your traditional date night cologne with notes of oakmoss and cedarwood wafted to my nose. I sighed contently feeling so safe and at home in your presence. My eyes are closed. All my other sense heightened. Taking in every moment. After an hour the music halts, I open my eyes. You are not there, my memories and imagination have overwhelmed me, I fall to my knees and weep. To the only man I have and will ever love, I miss you dearly.

*Sad, sentimental music has a transformative power, enveloping listeners in a cocoon of introspection and self-reflection, where vulnerability is celebrated as a testament to the beauty of the human experience*

I couldn't pull my eyes away. The two danced in the dark empty cold ballroom. Alone. It must have been near sunrise because I could see the fingers of gold stretch through the windows and across the polished floor reaching for them. Stretching out for them, as if the very sun itself craved to touch their light. Their clothes did not flutter like those of the lord's and ladies of the court, but were heavy with wear and work. They were absent of any pearls or feathers or anything polished or tailored. Absent of all the things that at any other time would have paraded around this room, demanding attention. And yet as I recalled all the incredible dresses I had seen and grown jealous of, and glittering jewelry adorned across radiant skin... all of them fell short. All that majesty bowed in force to the two silhouettes who dared to dance in the King's hall to music I could not hear in the secret hours of the night. As they turned, I saw flashes of their faces staring at each other, lost in the world that they clung so softly to. Wrinkles lined their starstruck eyes, creases around the corner of their smiles that spoke of thousands passionate kisses, skin sagging with the weight of the stories they held together. I held my breath, frozen in the shadow of one of the great pillars, as one might stand upon suddenly spotting something mythical, something you thought did not exist in your world, and wished to gaze on it long enough to convince you it did. As if the weight of the smallest breath would break the spell and send me to my knees craving to gaze upon it once more. They danced in a dream of their own making, among the ghosts that filled their dance floor. No, I suddenly realized with a weight in my chest. It was I, who had gone to a thousand balls, dancing in this room a thousand times, who had seen this hall filled with music and laughter and the fleeting looks of flirtatious love. I, who had taken the many hands of hope as they guided me to the center of the room, as my heart fluttered in anticipation. It was I who danced with ghosts.

This is lovely. A lot of other playlists use the same five songs, but you have completely different ones and it is a breath of fresh air. Thanks for all you do!

Peaceful, yet full of sorrow. Absolutely beautiful.

The image is a picture of the Massandrovskiy Dvorets or Massandra Palace, for anyone wondering.

We floated down the most decrepit corridor of the castle. His wicked, elongated fingers consumed my hand entirely; weaving me in and out of a thick hypnotic fog. I could feel his cold breath upon my neck as we levitated above the great stairway. I always knew he’d find me. I even dreamt of the nights he would steal me away from my bed. But nothing could compare to the raw fear I would feel entangled in his grip. I longed for his sickeningly sweet kiss, but also know something inside him was poison. How could I love him and fear him all the same? It all seemed like a dream…… or was my dream just a twisted nightmare?

I took her hand in mine, swirling her around, we were young and laughing until we grew weak. She was giggling, but she grew serious as she took my other hand. "thank you." She whispered as she put her head on my shoulder, and we stood there, our hands still grasped together. "For what?" I say, startled. "The memories." She stepped back, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Please don't leave again. I'll forget you." I wipe tears away with a gloved hand. "Whenever you hear these songs, remember me." She pulled me into an embrace that felt like it would last lifetimes. But it didn't. And I'll never see her again. I woke up, putting my face in my hands. Maybe in another life. I looked up to the ceiling, the old songs we would play softly echoed against the walls. I still had weeks left, maybe these weeks would come fast, and i could finally rest in peace with her, just like we had all those years ago. "Thank you." I whispered, finally closing my eyes once more, and when i opened them, there she was, wiping tears away with a handkerchief.

under the ballroom of stars, our shapes echo. out of the mists of our love, shadows always seem to follow our footsteps. Into the night we waltz, weary and wary of the last note, the last night. Forever we glide, phantoms of the souls who never dove as deep as we, lost in the shores and great halls of each other's arms. Silently I clutch, the cinematic caress kindles me in the guttural gloom. The drenching cold seeps into my bones but we dance on, fearful to let go lest the song is over. dancing until we no longer feel the feet under us, the icy air in our lungs, until all I see is the universe hidden in yours, the fractals shine brighter than stars, until we share the same eyes, until I am set free. until then i breathe i see i love until all of this ends and our hands leave each other's grasp until then, we dance

Anyone listen to this and think about family, not romantic lovers? No one else has made me fear loss in the way this video does.

You roam the halls before finding a man. A familar one. Your old soulmate. He takes your hands and spins in circles with you. Soon, starting to dance like before. Spinning, dipping, and twirling in the somewhat breeze. No worries in this world. Despite the scary building, it was beautiful. Dancing with your lover again. You look over at the police behind you screaming. "Your tresspasing, hands up!" Only then it hit you. You both fell into the same spot. Your body was limp on the ground with a armed weapon. You were shattered before realizing. You didnt really lose anything. Your mom left you, your dad died, and so now you can see your partner and father again. That same smile while you were dancing with him came back. He looked down at you. "Ready?" ...'im ready.' Dancing in the empty halls forever in love...

i wrote my story outline to this and finished right when the playlist ended. i think that was the most magical timing ever. lovely playlist! it’s been in my watch later for months and i finally got around to listening to it.

there's a big storm right now where i live. im listening to this along with the rain, wind, and my cat purring while reading a dark fairytale book. this feels like heaven to me. thank you for creating such a beautiful video.

This playlist was being recommended for a few days and tbh I resisted b/c I thought it would induce feelings of sadness. The opposite for me. I sensed hope, change, kindred spiritedness, maybe even forbidden romance.

I happen to come across this Playlist. It was much needed. A good friend of mine passed away and I'm not ready to accept her absence just yet. Listening to this has helped to start the grief process.

This playlist is now my January jam…it’s quite comforting. It’s weird, but the foggy greenish picture reminds me of that the first time my primary school teacher took us to Vancouver, we went to Chinatown, breathtakingly alluring place, just like in the picture, it was quiet and foggy, with the entire stone road covered with lovely emerald moss. I went back there months ago only to find the entire place degenerated to something close to a slum filled with drug, garbage and dust…truly heartbreaking, knowing that the best place in my heart can never resume to its better days. It was neither its old or new residents’ fault that the buildings and culture were left unattended since I heard it was the city hall trying to resettle the area. :*(

This music gives face to the harsh human emotion of regret. It dampers your soul looking back upon the dead time that has left you. But there's comforting beauty in the death of the past, the relief that it's gone permanently and nothing can revive it. You're left with nothing but a path into the future.

This reminds me of walking through Venice, Italy at night as the narrow walkways are lit by the full moon. Turning into mysterious alleys along the waterways. You can hear the water lapping up against the edges. So romantic.

It was strange for Hal, standing in the empty halls of the church. Somehow, she thought she should have been here. Dressed in a white gown, a golden ring in one hand and her husband-to-be placing a ring on the other. Their adopted sons and daughter seating in the front pew, their friend guiding them through their vows. That's what should have been. What could have been. She looked down at the eyepatch that belonged to him, wrapped securely around her wrist. Despite everything, despite the time that passed, she couldn't help but laugh. "How did you do it?" she asked no one in particular. "Hal?" She turned to see her friend, Arthur, standing in the doorway. He stood there, somewhat relieved and concerned. Before she could reply, he stepped closer and embraced her. Hal relaxed into his embrace and, when he started humming and swaying, she followed suit. She harmonized with her friend - her brother - as he led her in a dance around the floor of the chapel until he felt her tears leak into his shirt. "Hal?" he asked again. She choked out a small laugh. "He left me a widow before even holding my hand," she whispered. "How the hell did he do that?"

I want to read the comments but my heart is too hurt & closed off to even dare to imagine what is like to ever experience having a lover, even a maybe ghost one. Thank you for the music it’s beautiful.

"Come let's dance " She said with a bright smile on her face as she twirled around the room I looked at her wishing.... It didn't matter i couldn't hold her "Ari you know that i can't dance" "Then i will teach you" She said walking slowly towards me I looked at her giving her a sad smile "But am going" I said as i slowly started to disappear. "NO!" She screamed as she ran towards me tears streaming down her face."Please don't leave me Evans!" That was the last thing i had before i disappeared forever

listening to this while reading jane eyre with a storm outside 💓

Beauty, acceptance, love and elegance. My ultimate dream

Slay the princess vibe tbh

It's raining heavily outside and I listen quite to this and waiting to fall asleep. I'm down, because she broke my heart some hours ago.

I listened to this while writing lore for my vampire ocs, and honestly i cranked out more lore with this than anything else.

"I'm always searching for something, for someone. This feeling has possessed me I think, from that day… That day when the stars came falling"

"I don't know if it was a ghost or not" "We danced and when I look back she was gone" "Starring at the moon wishing to see her atleast once again "

The perfect mix of melancholy and comfort.

Absolutely gorgeous. This music gives order to the unorganized world. If only everything were as beautiful as this music... The world will become heaven.

Beautiful,feel like crying but not in a bad way.Many thanks from England.

I cannot dance” “Then I will teach you” “But I will only make a fool of myself” “Then we will be fools together. I do not care for what the world thinks as long as you are with me” Being guided through the ballroom to the center of the room. My nerves began to rise; but when they looked at me like that with such love and passion my worries floated away like a mere whisper in the night. Tonight two ghosts forever in love danced the halls and shared romantic secrets only two lovers would know. For there tragedy will never be known but their love will forever be felt.

That's Massandra Palace! Originally, it belonged to the Romanov dynasty to the Emperor Alexander III. It's in Yalta, Russia. I was there:)

霧のかかった景色と聴いている音楽を聴いてたら魅力的です✨ 朝食☕️🥐とりながら聴くのもいいですね

when that only person keeps your soul alive, when you wrap your hands around his neck and nothing else exists except for his eyes

A fantasy story in a dance A ghost in a form of a girl who danced , day and night all alone in a room Her face seemed sad you look at her dancing, her dance seem calming yet full of angger, lost, sorrow, and pain of losing someone , not wanting to accept the truth. You seem to understand how she feels. You know how it felt to lose someone you love , you do not want to let go yet you cant do anything the more you don't want to let go ,sorrow, pain, sadness, and anger grow more and more only making more pain slowly accepting the truth even though it hurt and will never recover . You looked at her with tears as you realize that you still not letting go of the one you love trying to accept the truth , you can only watch feeling like you are looking at a mirorr

10/10 playlist, would totally be a ghost that haunts the halls of a stately abandoned chateau, forever dancing in wait for a partner who would never come 🥀

The playlist my fanfic didn’t know needed 👀💕 thank you so much!

This playlist is breathtakingly beautiful. It reminds me of Crimson Peak ❤

I'm actually gonna cry this is so good

You have such beautiful taste when making these Playlist. the music is so relaxing and you can feel the love in the music however I can't help but feel as if your dancing alone to the memories of you and your lover it's so as they say bitter sweet. bravo 👏❤

Could you please tell the name of the songs or put them in description next time? I really enjoy this playlist but how can I listen the songs individually if I don’t now the name of any of them

So peaceful and relaxing, this selection is perfect for unwinding. Thank you.❤️

On the picture there is The Massandra Palace in Crimea. Once I've visited it. Such a lovely place!

nostalgic memories.....'parting is such great sorrow'....nice job in keeping it low frequency....not too piercing.

I like to think that my love for these types of playlists are my subconscious mind to relive a past life and that's why I can practically see the dances and the hall. Like a past life is dancing with their soulmate. I'm sorry to anyone who might read this and think its dumb.

Finally, a playlist that is suiting the headspace I want to be in as I work on my next painting. Thank you!

I just need a lover and an old haunted castle

Thank you Hexen, I really love this playlist so much. I listen to it very often and it's great for whenever i write stories. Thanks again!

this has to be my new favourite background sound

They held hands, firmly affirming their affection to one and the other. Dancing within the haunted castle, two souls collided forming yet another story to be told. But how will that story unfold?

Despise & hate, My solitude & my aloofness. Despite my first me, Despite my Impotent. However keep eye on my transcend, For your foolish feelings will be bear. Do not contempt me, My heart has been broken, beaten, & Stolen. So I picked up a Book to distract me from Lust. I picked up a weight to release my inner possession. I traded in my smiles to outshine with Stoicism. I cannot even say that I love the ones I should. My face is sickened by the society today. though I fear not, resurrection will say. - Chase Frost

You know how for every writer there’s that book? Like, that one book that they KNOW that they’ll publish? This playlist gave me an idea of the narrator. Thank you so much! New sub as well

If only there was someone to dance with except a dream, but just as sweet

This is the best classical I ever listened straight to the top of my list...

Thank u for the playlist i needed this 🖤

Like being lost in a dream paradox world

I stared at his outstretched hand, shoulders slack. "I know I'm probably nowhere near as graceful of a dancer as your friend was..but could I offer you this dance anyway?" He asked, his eyes pleading. He looked so tired. Tears welled in my eyes as I stepped forward quickly, enveloping him in a hug. "Please." I sniffled, hanging onto him tightly, even as he gently set his hands at my waist. We stepped side to side for a moment, before I finally loosened my grip, and allowed him to take my hand, guiding me in a dance. I kept up just fine as he lead me through the old ballroom. And as we stepped, I could almost hear the music Oscar would hum as we used to practice. It was awkward, and slow. But we were dancing, and it meant everything to me.

Love this, and the caption 🖤🕊

May shadows of our soul dance eternal til' mortality rises flesh and bone once again we shall sway as lifetimes past embracing in our castle walls dancing alas {Trinitys Essence©}

The second song made me tear up.

Loves❤ this! Not sad and not so glad. Just perfect

Sometimes I feel like a ghost not knowing where I am or who I am

Could you cite the artists whose songs are in the playlist? This would not only be appreciated by many listeners but would also give the performers/writers proper credit : )

The enchanting autumn with a veil of mist...majestic and captivating ambiance of ancient castle.A touch of magic with so tranquill melodies.Thank you so much!

such a beautiful playlist,my congratulations and thanks for made it,dear

*Laughing through the hallways, the moon shines softly through the window. They dance until sun rise.. Having fun, making newfound memories. They both look at eachother with a warm smile..* "Promise me you would never leave me until death?" *The woman says to her husband.* "Promise.." *The man says.* *They both continued to dance, old calming music playing..* //I had an idea to put something I wrote before here hshshsh

When I read this it makes me want to read a sorrowful book not sad sorrowful because this js just amazingly sorrowful

This is just so good i dreamed i finally found a place where i can live peaceful and just enjoying my life❤

This is perfect to imagine the story behind these notes of song.

Your playlist wondefull actually all of them is perfectt ❤

I need book recs with this vibe

Beautiful ❤ so romantic & gothic in the same time.

Everything I can tell is, I miss him so much more by listening to this

Me imagino viviendo en una casa como está, con un clima como ese.

My love brought me here>< I hope she'll see this comment one day♡

this might be one of the best channels ive come across in a while

Very nice! Now do "Dancing with Someone Else's Lover in the Bathroom of an abandoned Arby's"

To the beautiful soul reading this, no matter what has happened in your life, you are unique and greatly loved by the Lord personally, you have a place in this life. Do not be afraid, no situation is permanent, you gonna be alright

My lover only exists in my dreams. He has wings and it's beautiful, never seen anything like that. ❤❤❤

What is amazing with imagination is that you can be anyone, anywhere. It's freedom !