《The Light in Her Eyes》为外婆所作的音乐

一张为外婆所作的音乐专辑

A Musical Album for My Grandmother

外婆出生于一个靠近河谷的村落，毗邻出产石料的矿山。她的童年还算富足，但随着时代的更替，她的世界逐渐塌缩。她随身带着药箱，走过许多村落，为人诊病、打针、输液、接生。她熟悉乡道、山路，也知道哪一户家里刚添了新生儿。

她曾穿行在群山村落之间，身上背着一个旧药箱，装着她年轻时在女子卫校习得的知识 —— 打针、输液、接生、包扎 —— 一套完整的生与死之间的技艺。她披着白大褂，即便没有成为医生，也成了许多乡民记忆中那个“来得及时”的人。

这些记忆并非来自我本人，而是母亲与舅舅一代人反复讲起的画面。那药箱的声音、她出诊时的背影、家中始终保持着清洁和药水味的气息——共同构成了她曾经的日常。

她曾接生过许多孩子，照顾过许多病人，人们记得她的名字，也记得她的手法和叮咛。但她的善意，似乎未得到命运的回报。晚年，她在一次意外中摔伤，身体状况逐渐衰退。随后病情加重，帕金森渐渐夺走了她的语言、力量、表情，也带走了她曾用以照顾他人的那双手。只能日复一日坐在轮椅上，由儿女轮流照顾。

她的人生没有热闹的仪式，也没有成为某种“被看见”的传奇。她只是默默地活过，并在生命最后，把自己的眼角膜捐赠出去。她没有留下言语，却以另一种方式，将目光延续在人间。

My grandmother was born in a village near a river valley, beside a stone quarry. Her childhood was relatively comfortable, but as time passed, her world gradually collapsed. With her medicine box, she walked through villages, treating illnesses, giving injections, delivering babies. She knew the mountain paths, and she knew which family had just welcomed a new child.

She once walked through the mountains and villages, carrying an old medicine box on her back. Inside it were the skills she learned as a young woman at a women’s nursing school — administering injections, IV drips, delivering babies, dressing wounds — a full set of knowledge that spans the border between life and death. Though she never became a licensed doctor, the white coat she wore made her the one many villagers remembered as “arriving just in time.”

These memories are not mine directly — they come from my mother and my uncle, passed down through their retellings. The sound of the medicine box, the image of her walking away on a path, the scent of antiseptic that always lingered in her home — all of these wove together to form her daily presence.

She had delivered many children and cared for many patients. People remembered her name, her gentle touch, her careful instructions. But her kindness was never quite repaid by fate. In her later years, after a fall, her health declined steadily. Parkinson’s disease gradually took away her strength, her words, her expressions—and finally, the hands she had once used to care for others. Day after day, she remained in a wheelchair, cared for in turn by her children.

There was no grand ceremony to her life, no public recognition. She simply lived—steadily, quietly—and in the end, donated her corneas so that someone else might see. She left behind no words, but passed on her gaze in another form.

⸻

一个失语者的声音遗稿

A Silent Testament, Set to Music

这张配乐专辑名为《The Light in Her Eyes》，八首曲目来自舅舅从外婆的一生梳理出的片段。它记录的，不是她的语言，而是她的沉默；不是她的传记，而是她的气息；不是她的故事，而是我们记得她留下的光。

音乐风格近似新古典，但结构编排更像没有歌词的港台金曲 —— 被抽走了人声，在旋律之间留下空缺，那正是她晚年逐渐失语的状态 —— 虽然说不出话，但我们知道她在倾听、在记得、在回应。如果听起来觉得音乐少了什么声部，那就用私人回忆去补上这段缺口。

这不是一张有太多情绪起伏的专辑。它平静、克制，甚至有些枯燥，正如许多普通人的人生：没有高潮，也没有翻转，只有持续的善意与悄无声息的坚持。她没有高光时刻，但她始终发光。

This instrumental album is titled The Light in Her Eyes. The eight tracks are drawn from fragments of her life, organized by my uncle. What the music records is not her voice, but her silence; not her biography, but her breath; not her story, but the light we remember.

Stylistically, it leans toward neoclassical music, but its structure is more like a Hong Kong or Taiwanese pop ballad stripped of lyrics — a shape where the voice is missing, and melody alone must carry what remains. That silence is itself a memory of her later years—when she could no longer speak, but was still listening, remembering, and responding. Now it is our turn to fall silent, and in that silence, fill the music’s empty spaces with memory.

This is not a dramatic album. Its emotion is restrained, even minimal. Like many ordinary lives, it flows with no dramatic peaks or reversals — only steady kindness and quiet endurance. She had no spotlight moments, and yet, she always shone.

⸻

曲目简介

Eight Scenes of Her Life

1. Valley of Stones｜石谷

她出生的地方靠近矿山，青石板铺就的老路，见证了她起初的安稳与后来的动荡。

Where she was born — near a quarry, stone roads beneath her feet, witnessing both her early stability and later unrest.

2. Dawn Woven Quietly｜编织晨曦

她在女子卫校学习，用医者的信念编织对未来的畅想。

She studied at a women’s nursing school, weaving a future of care and belief into the light of each morning.

3. Dust and Salt｜盐碱地

一段艰涩、荒芜的时期，泥土是苦的，眼泪是咸的，苦难像风吹进身体，她并未倒下。

A bitter and barren period. The earth was sour, the tears were salty, and hardship seeped in like wind through her skin — but she did not fall.

4. Carrying the Box｜挎药箱的女人

她没有脱下白大褂，也没有离开山路。一个女人、一个药箱 —— 她成了很多人等待的“希望”。

She never took off her white coat, nor left the mountain paths. A woman and her medicine box — she became the hope that many waited for.

5. The Midwife of Forgotten Names｜被遗忘的接生婆

她接生过无数新生命，却少有人记得她的脸。那些生命被记住了，她的生命却被命运慢慢遮蔽。

She helped bring countless lives into the world. Few remembered her face. The lives she delivered were remembered; her own life slowly faded into shadow.

6. Evening Without Movement｜停滞的黄昏

轮椅静止在窗口，天光落在她的侧脸。她望着远方，望着被疾病夺走的身体与时间。

A wheelchair still by the window. Light falls on her face. She looked into the distance — at the body and time slowly leaving her.

7. The Shape of Her Hands｜手的形状

颤抖是最后留下的语言。那双曾熟练地扎针、护理、缝线的手，终于变得无法控制，却仍试图传达什么。

Tremors became her last language. The hands once skilled in injections, bandages, sutures — now beyond control, yet still trying to speak.

8. The Light in Her Eyes｜眸中的光

一切静止之处，光仍流动。她捐出角膜，让另一个人看见世界。这道光没有消失，只是换了方向。

Where everything else had stilled, light continued. She donated her corneas, letting another person see the world. That light was never lost — only redirected.

⸻

关于记忆与音乐

On Memory and Music

这是一次私人的记忆编排，也是一次将沉默转换成声音的尝试。我没有想塑造一位“感人”的人物，也不打算用音乐讲述什么传奇。只是将一个真实存在、真实奉献却被病痛折磨的女性人生，留下声音的痕迹。

封面没有她的照片，音乐没有她的声音，只有她曾带给我们的气息。我们为具体的人留下念想，这便足够了。

我希望将这张专辑献给我的外婆，也献给那些在漫长生命中默默行走的人们。他们的名字未被记住，他们的善意未被奖赏，但他们的存在，为这个世界留下了温度。

This is a private act of memory. A quiet attempt to turn silence into sound. I did not try to portray someone “moving” or turn a life into myth. I only wanted to leave a trace of someone who truly lived, who gave, and who suffered.

There is no photo of her on the cover. No recording of her voice in the music. Only the atmosphere she once brought us. To remember someone so specific — that is enough.

I offer this album to my grandmother, and to all those who moved quietly through long lives. Whose names may not be remembered, whose kindness may never be rewarded, yet who left warmth behind in this world simply by being here.

⸻

《The Light in Her Eyes》已在 Spotify、Apple Music、网易云音乐、QQ 音乐等平台上线。

如果你愿意，可以在某个黄昏戴上耳机，与我们一起静静地听完这八段旋律。它们不追求震撼，也没有结论，只是将一位女性的一生，轻轻放进时间与声音之间。

愿这些声音抵达你所在的地方 —— 或许触动你内心深处的私人回忆。

The Light in Her Eyes is now available on Spotify, Apple Music, NetEase Cloud, QQ Music, and more.

If you’re willing, we invite you to spend a quiet evening with these eight instrumental pieces. They don’t seek grandeur or resolution — just a gentle way of placing one woman’s life between time and sound.

May these sounds reach wherever you are — perhaps even into your own memories.