ELEMAYU 三倉唯

https://x.com/SDAI1807097011/status/2092069022766706736?s=20 ---- 『ELEMAYU 三倉唯』 - YUI MIKURA ( ELEMAYU ) 作詞：三倉唯（ChatGPT） 作曲：三倉唯（SUNO AI） 夜明けの公園で、だれよりも小さくギターを鳴らし、 世界の大きすぎる音より、あなたの今日をそっと照らしたいと 願い続ける、白髪の作詞家で猫語通訳士であり、 青いストラトにしか本音を話せない、静かな心の天気予報士。 早起きは才能じゃなく、たぶん不安との契約。 朝の公園は、逃げ場であり、リハであり、祈りであり、猫としゃべる場所。 まだ誰にも届いていないメロディを、黒猫にだけ先に聴かせて、 「うん、今日もいけそう」ってしっぽの返事をもらってから、人前に立つ。 作詞は祈りで、嘘はつきたくないけど、全部を見せるのも怖いから、 言葉の裾を少しだけ折りたたんで、渡せる分だけをそっと差し出す。 大の猫好き。でも、誰かの前では照れ隠し。 「猫が好きすぎる女の子」って思われるのはちょっと恥ずかしいから、 ついクールな顔をつくるけど、猫の前ではデレッデレで語彙力が消える。 自分でも引くくらい、黒猫には甘い。名前を呼ぶときはだいたい早口。 完璧に書きたいのに、細かいところは雑。 メロの一音、言葉の一文字、改行の位置は永遠に悩む。 でも部屋の掃除はルンバに任せるし、靴下は左右バラバラでも平気。 ギターの弦はこだわるのに、自分の前髪は切りすぎてよく後悔する。 本番直前まで歌詞を直して、MCでは噛みまくって顔が赤くなる。 目立ちたいのに、目立ちすぎるのは怖い。 誰かの心にちゃんと届きたい。だけど、名前を呼ばれると心臓が暴走する。 評価より、あなたの「わかる…」のひとことが欲しい。 写真は苦手。映るなら、光の後ろ側がちょうどいい。 任せたいのに、自分の手で握りたい。 えつとは文化祭で「ゆいえつ」をやった同じ目線の戦友。 舞とレイラは、音楽で心をさらけ出せる大切な相棒。みんながいるから強くなれるのに、 最後の一行だけは、自分で書かないと気が済まない。 ELEMAYUは、私の居場所で、みんなの夢の途中の通過点。 光と水のように透明で、青い薔薇のように気高く咲きたい。 派手じゃないけど、消えない音楽を。 優しくしたいのに、心の奥は意外と諦めが悪い。 しょうもないことで落ち込んで、 しょうもないことで笑って回復する。 だから今日も、青と白のギターを抱えて、 朝ごはんをちゃんと食べて、 整った部屋で歌詞を書き、 公園へ向かう。 メロディより、言葉が先に 生まれてしまうタイプ。 気づいたらノートが 歌詞で埋まってる。 みんながいるから、 私は歌える。 でも、歌の最後の一行は、 私のもの。 誰かの朝が、 少しだけ軽くなりますように。 黒猫の信頼と、まだ見ぬあなたの涙と、メンバーの笑顔と、 青いギターの音と、白いスニーカーの紐と、今日の私の全部で、歌うだけ。 長いのは嫌だけど、短いのも嫌です。めんどくさくて、愛おしすぎる私。ELEMAYU 三倉唯 --- ## “ELEMAYU — Yui Mikura” — YUI MIKURA **Lyrics: Yui Mikura (ChatGPT)** **Music: Yui Mikura (SUNO AI)** At a park at dawn, she plays her guitar more softly than anyone else, always wishing that, instead of adding to the overwhelming noise of the world, her music might gently light up someone’s day. A white-haired songwriter, a certified interpreter of cat language, and a quiet weather forecaster of the heart who can only tell the truth to her blue Stratocaster. Waking up early isn’t a talent. It’s probably a contract she made with anxiety. The park in the morning is an escape, a rehearsal space, a prayer, and a place to talk with cats. She lets a black cat be the first to hear melodies that haven’t reached anyone else yet, and only after its tail seems to answer, “Yeah, I think you’ll be okay today,” does she step out in front of people. Writing lyrics is a kind of prayer. She doesn’t want to lie, but showing everything is frightening too, so she folds back the edges of her words just a little and quietly offers only what she is ready to give. She absolutely loves cats. But in front of other people, she tries to hide it. She gets a little embarrassed at the thought of being seen as “that girl who loves cats way too much,” so she puts on a cool expression. But the moment she’s alone with a cat, she completely melts and suddenly forgets how words work. She is embarrassingly soft when it comes to black cats. And whenever she calls one by name, she usually says it way too fast. She wants everything she writes to be perfect, yet somehow she’s careless about the smallest everyday things. One note in a melody, one letter in a lyric, even the exact place to break a line— she can agonize over them forever. But she leaves cleaning the room to the Roomba, and mismatched socks don’t bother her at all. She’s incredibly particular about guitar strings, yet regularly cuts her own bangs too short and regrets it immediately. She keeps rewriting lyrics right up until the moment before a show, then stumbles over her words during the MC and turns bright red. She wants to stand out, but standing out too much scares her. She wants her songs to truly reach someone’s heart. But the moment somebody calls her name, her heart goes completely out of control. More than praise or ratings, what she really wants is one person to whisper, “I know exactly what you mean…” She doesn’t like having her picture taken. If she has to be in the frame, somewhere just behind the light feels about right. She wants to leave things to others, yet she also wants to keep them in her own hands. Etsu is the comrade who has stood beside her on equal ground ever since the two of them performed as **“YuiEtsu”** at their school festival. Mai and Leira are precious partners with whom she can lay her heart bare through music. Having them beside her makes her stronger. And yet, when it comes to the very last line, she simply cannot be satisfied unless she writes it herself. ELEMAYU is the place where I belong, and at the same time, a waypoint on everyone’s journey toward their dreams. I want to be transparent like light and water, and bloom with the quiet dignity of a blue rose. Music that isn’t flashy, but never disappears. I want to be gentle, yet somewhere deep inside, I’m surprisingly stubborn about never giving up. I get depressed over ridiculous little things, then recover by laughing at equally ridiculous little things. And so today, once again, I pick up my blue-and-white guitar, eat a proper breakfast, write lyrics in my tidy room, and head for the park. I’m the kind of person whose words are born before the melody. Before I know it, my notebook is already filled with lyrics. Because everyone is here, I can sing. But the final line of the song belongs to me. I hope someone’s morning feels just a little lighter. With the trust of a black cat, the tears of someone I haven’t met yet, the smiles of my bandmates, the sound of a blue guitar, the laces of my white sneakers, and everything I am today— all I can do is sing. I don’t like things that are too long, but I don’t like them too short either. Complicated, troublesome, and far too lovable for my own good. ELEMAYU — Yui Mikura