A poem about a narcissus teenager in Greek mythology is not a story. It is a poem.

Narcissus Narcissus Narcissus, you

ignored the infatuation of the mountain goddess

broke the girl's heart

made her disappear from the mountain forest-

the soft voice always lingered in the valley

unintentionally angered Na Misis, the goddess of retribution

Your inner arrogance was unparalleled. The Oracle

came true in a mirror-clear lake

I fell in love with a clear reflection for the first time

You finally found yourself

an extraordinary narcissus, and would rather

sit around and die by the lake

than return to the boring and noisy world

I don't have one-tenth of your beauty

But I feel nothing about the world of mortals. Sitting on the bank of this lost water,

imagine yourself as a quietly elegant and fragrant narcissus

rising from the dark underground

entering the world of sunshine and joy-

I only wish to live in this neat and eccentric alien

as if a group of poets were surrounded here, dancing

waking up in the morning, crying in the rainstorm

Without the reflection of stars shining in boiling water.