The girl standing on the last zebra crossing shook hands with the past, crossed the last zebra crossing, hummed a song, and walked forward into the darkness. She loves life and the empire, but not herself. The mining slave who was born in the wilderness smoked many cigarettes and thought about many things, but he still couldn't let go of the past. He doesn't love the empire, he doesn't love the world, he only wants to love himself.
