弓·箭·手

[Intro] (sparse acoustic guitar fingerpicking, single notes, atmospheric, faint bamboo flute in distance, unhurried) [Verse 1] (soft fingerstyle guitar, sparse accompaniment, close-mic intimate vocal, like telling a story by the tea table, restrained, contemplative) 有一年春～天 我把一段竹子 xiāo 成弓～噢 不为射什么 是手闲不下来～呀 四下里没人喊我～噢 也没人告诉我 bǎ 在哪儿 想射又怕偏 想放又怕空 弦满又放下 一遍又～一遍 [Chorus] (slight emotional lift, second guitar enters with soft strumming as warm undertone, slightly fuller but still restrained, bittersweet warmth) 乐在松手～处 苦从 zuàn 紧～来 手放松 弓退场～噢 才是箭的飞扬 [Verse 2] (sparser than Verse 1, slower fingerpicking, second guitar sustains gentle chords beneath, more intimate, like reminiscing, time-worn warmth) 后来那张弓挂在了墙上 弦松了～木头也发了黑～噢 它不替我选路 我也不再问它～呀 手在握时好好握～噢 弓在满时好好满 箭在飞时只管飞 剩下的～交给风～噢 [Chorus] (slightly fuller than first chorus, deeper emotional release, second guitar strumming more present, warm but not grand) 乐在松手～处 苦从 zuàn 紧～来 手放松 弓退场～噢 才是箭的飞扬 [Bridge] (emotional peak, both guitars intensifying moderately, most dynamic section but still controlled, three confessions) 后来我把那张弓 gěi 了人～噢 后来我松开了 zuàn 紧的手 后来有些话我终究没说 就让它飞～呀 [Outro] (return to sparse single guitar notes, slowing down, intimate, almost spoken, fragile) 靶心是别人画的～噢 方向是自己立的