In The Mood For Love - Song Yumeji's theme Shigeru Umebayashi

"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did?...They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever."

I am a 77 year old Japanese. I started learning the violin at the age of 65, and stumbled across the songs I wanted to play most. This "Theme of Yumeji" composed by Mr. Umebayashi is now a song that I want to deliver to those who are lying in bed in the corona, medical doctors who treat it, and everyone who has died of disease. There is no. Peace of mind for those who do not open their eyes again, thank all of the medical staff, and gently practicing so that they can gently approach the wounds of the hearts of people who break the current situation and start walking. Sorry for the poor English

Here we are, people from different places of our planet, gathering together to listen to this piece of art. Hello from Kazakhstani 18 years old girl who is in love with this music.

"He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct. " Such a beautiful movie

I'm near about 78 years of age but I'm now in full of love hearing such mind blowing music. Thank God I'm still alive and still hearing such music.

If melancholy had a sound, if longing could speak, if the shoulders you cry on had notations, if strings could hold the weight of pain, if vibrations in the air were sad one day, if the definition of hope and defeat had the same language, it would sound like this piece.

This music helped me a lot to go through the depression last year. Very close to my heart now. "Melancholy is the happiness of being sad. - Victor Hugo"

the secret of this kind of music, is in its simplicity, captures your attention, and makes you fly, listen to it with feeling, you will realize that it is talking with your soul Thank You

"He remembers those vanished years as though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch, and everything he sees is blurred and indistinct..."

A song that has no words but tells your story only you know ♡

i play this piece...night after night....on two separate devices. I dont sync them up. I play one for a couple measures then I start the other. For 12 wrenchingly beautiful minutes as one piece falls and rises the other rises and falls in a conversational echo. I feel like Im a part of the conversation. This. Is. Everything. Thank you Shigeru Umebayashi. Deeply humbled and grateful.

Is nobody going to talk about the beautiful paintings? They are absolutely beautiful.

"Chow: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did? Ah Ping: Have no idea. Chow: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever."

Why is sad beautiful? Why is my heart breaking, but I cannot stop listening? I come back to this every night...like a soul who has departed but calls me to listen to his voice.

If you haven't seen the movie this song is featured in (also called 'In the Mood for Love') you really should, it's a masterpiece!

Here am I an 86 year old woman moved to move to the beat of this exquisite theme as it flows in me, around me, music so sad yet so alive and full of inspiration for the next moment, the next breath, grateful more than can be told that there is such music, such musicians... gracias a Dios

“La mélancolie c'est le bonheur d'être malheureux” V. Hugo

Early Night It's raining lightly outside By the window In a dimly lit room Welcome ache of loneliness Resonates through heart Wrapped in the comfort of distant colorful memories

My mind is blown that I haven’t yet heard this - it speaks to me strongly. What a gift every day is.

Here in Seattle, alone. This piece does wonders. Makes me want to fly, in dream land, and visit each of you who have commented. The farthest star, I'm here