《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
[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.