《指甲》Nails
Begins with slow guzheng tremolo and upright bass walking in melancholic 7ths beneath pipa harmonics. Dizi joins with a moody line, and guqin textures shimmer like falling petals. Vocals enter — an Indian-style female voice, crystal clear and haunting, weaving through jazz phrasing with melismas and tailing nasal vibrato. Each line glides across the rhythm like a tango with grief. Suona adds brief emotional calls, while erhu sighs beneath in long bending tones. Chorus builds slightly, jazz drums soft but grooving, vocals more expansive — stretching melismas across chromatic chords. Bridge drops to guqin, breathy dizi, and whisper-soft vocals, as if the song remembers something painful. Final chorus returns with full instrumentation — a tragic swirl of Indian voice, Russian jazz harmony, and Chinese textures — fading into a final pipa pluck and one lingering vibrato cry.
《指甲》Nails
Begins with slow guzheng tremolo and upright bass walking in melancholic 7ths beneath pipa harmonics. Dizi joins with a moody line, and guqin textures shimmer like falling petals. Vocals enter — an Indian-style female voice, crystal clear and haunting, weaving through jazz phrasing with melismas and tailing nasal vibrato. Each line glides across the rhythm like a tango with grief. Suona adds brief emotional calls, while erhu sighs beneath in long bending tones. Chorus builds slightly, jazz drums soft but grooving, vocals more expansive — stretching melismas across chromatic chords. Bridge drops to guqin, breathy dizi, and whisper-soft vocals, as if the song remembers something painful. Final chorus returns with full instrumentation — a tragic swirl of Indian voice, Russian jazz harmony, and Chinese textures — fading into a final pipa pluck and one lingering vibrato cry.
Lyrics
Nails are not decoration — they are the lingering edges of pain, the proof of memories that rot and grow wild. She longs to hold someone gently, but all she leaves are claw marks. She files them down not for beauty, but to strip away the last of her tenderness. Each nail contains unspoken words, and each night, they may wake and become claws that reach into dreams — digging up a past that’s long gone.
Intro
夜里呀 长进我心里
我不敢剪 怕剪断回忆
它们抓过夜 也撕过你
你说痛 可没说要离
Pre-Verse
梦里 我睡在自己影子下
手指弯弯 像枯枝 也像罪
一寸寸长 一滴滴裂
有人说 这不是病 只是你还没学会~沉默
Verse 1
我戴手套 怕伤人
你说我笑时像镜中神
可我知道 手掌底下藏着尖刃
不是保护 只是迟早会狠
Pre-Chorus
你说“别再抓了”
我想停 但血还在滴
指甲里藏了我没说完的事
它们会自己醒来 去找你
Chorus
指甲 是爱长出来的刺
每一夜 它们更像诅咒
不拔不灭 不痛不休
我想抱你 却只剩抓痕留
Verse 2
秋夜长 我埋过一双手
不是你的 是我的旧肉
那年我说“不再伤人了”
可你看 月光下的十指 还是红透
Chorus
指甲 是记忆腐烂的角
你不在 它们疯长成梦
我不敢再问 你最后一句话
只敢把心 抠成洞
Bridge
我点头 却握紧手掌
你走后 我每天都磨指甲
一点一点 像在削我自己那一层光
Chorus
指甲 是罪留下的牵挂
我笑你躲不过我这双爪
你逃走 我不追
但夜里 梦会替我 把你挖
Outro
今天我把指甲涂黑
像为它们办一场葬礼
若下次梦见你 我不抓
我轻轻碰 像风 也像花
English Translation:
Intro
At night, they grow inside my heart.
I don’t dare cut them — afraid of cutting memories.
They’ve scraped through midnight, and torn through you.
You said it hurt — but never said you’d leave.
Pre-Verse
In dreams, I sleep beneath my own shadow.
My fingers curl — like dry twigs, or like sins.
Growing inch by inch, splitting drop by drop.
They said: this isn’t illness —
It’s just that you haven’t yet learned… how to be silent.
Verse 1
I wear gloves, afraid I might hurt someone.
You said when I smile, I look like a god in the mirror.
But I know what hides beneath my palms —
Blades not meant to protect,
But to eventually strike.
Pre-Chorus
You said, “Stop scratching.”
I wanted to… but the blood kept dripping.
Inside these nails are the words I never said.
They’ll wake on their own…
And go looking for you.
Chorus
Nails — the thorns grown from love.
Each night, they grow more like curses.
Can’t pull them out, can’t erase them.
No pain, no peace.
I wanted to hold you —
But all I left were claw marks.
Verse 2
The autumn nights are long — I once buried a pair of hands.
Not yours — mine, the flesh I used to own.
That year I swore, “I won’t hurt anyone again.”
But look — under moonlight,
These ten fingers still bleed red.
Chorus
Nails — the rot of memory hardened.
Now that you’re gone, they grow madly into dreams.
I don’t dare ask what your last words were.
I only dare dig holes in my own heart.
Bridge
I nod — but clench my fists.
Since you left, I file my nails every day,
Bit by bit,
Like shaving off the last layer of light in me.
Chorus
Nails — the guilt that won’t let go.
I laugh, knowing you can’t escape my claws.
You ran — I didn’t chase.
But at night, my dreams…
They’ll dig you out for me.
Outro
Tonight, I painted my nails black —
Like giving them a funeral.
If I see you next time in a dream,
I won’t scratch.
I’ll touch gently — like wind… or like a flower.