Just the Long Life of an Ordinary Elf

[Immortality] She remembered everything - every falling petal, every smile, every unfinished sentence. At the funeral in late spring, someone left an echo in her ears: Let's go again. So she traveled up the river of memory, and met a singing girl during the season when cicadas were at their peak. That old piano needs to be restored, and that sound deserves to be heard. They walked through the twilight and morning dew, stepped on the stone steps and the sound of the tide, and met another soul in the mist-filled port - someone played the strings for her, and someone pulled out the sword for her. When the time came to say goodbye, there were no waves, no tears. Only the silent backs of the fishermen formed a dam, and a gray-blue boat carried them through the thick smoke toward a sea lit by the sunset. She has come a long way. She has to keep going. Those words engraved on the stone will remember all the light for those who are left behind.