Liz wasn't a very talkative child when she was a child, but she was smart, so smart that she was able to understand almost all the emotions of adults just as a child.

So when she watched her mother kiss a strange man and leave, the girl already knew that her mother would not return.

That day, she stood at the door of her house with a toy rabbit, not crying or making a fuss, just quietly watching her mother leave and disappear at the end of the street.

Since then, she has been living with her father.

Her father was busy and could only return home almost once a week. But Liz could still feel that her father loved her.

Every time her father came back, he would bring her a small jar of jam and then accompany her to read books and teach her something about electrical appliances.

At that time, every weekend was the happiest day for Liz. Because she can sit next to her father while eating sweet and sour jam, or read a book, or watch the other party fix some small appliances.

For Liz, it's fun to watch appliances being taken apart and put back together.

Because no matter how complex the electrical appliances are, their operating logic is traceable, which is completely different from the emotions between people, they will not be blurred, and they will not make people lose their grasp.

Liz likes this kind of conceptual thing, like her father.

In addition, Liz loves to read.

Interestingly, her father happened to be fond of writing books.

So at a very young age, Liz was already exposed to a lot of knowledge that adults had not been able to access.

As the daughter of a greenhouse engineer, she is able to memorize almost all of the main facilities of Greenhouse 5 and its general structure.

Liz was a genius, her father always said that.

She will one day make a great contribution to humanity, her father once affirmed it.

It's a pity that this man didn't see the day when she grew up in the end.

When Liz was fourteen years old, her father died in a snowstorm due to an engineering accident.

When his colleague brought his relics back, Liz didn't cry, she just quietly tidied up her father's room, and then put away all the things about each other.

In November of that year, Liz left the greenhouse and began to live in the ruins.

No one knows why.

Only she knew, she just wanted to see what her father said was a bigger world.

Her father had told her countless times that sooner or later human beings would get rid of the greenhouse, and they would once again stand on the vast and boundless land under the starry sky, living with dignity.

Instead of being trapped in a cage and waging its tail and begging for food.

Her father had described to her the world outside the greenhouse countless times.

So Liz also wanted to see with her own eyes what that world was like.

She wants to prove that her father is not wrong.

She wants to prove that humans don't have to wait.

Living alone in the ruins is painful, and Liz has to deal with wild beasts, cold, hunger, lack of oxygen, and loneliness.

There were countless times when Liz thought she was going to die, when the wild dogs on the ice field slammed against the iron gates outside the garbage dump, when the cold froze her limbs, when she ran out of oxygen, when she was hungry enough to eat the last bug.

And what Liz fears most is the quiet moment that will come every late night.

When all the sounds are gone, when you can't hear even the slightest movement when you listen carefully, that kind of loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow can make people feel the most primitive fear.

It's as if no one will hear you cry, as if no one will respond to your wailing, as if you have been forgotten by the world and become the last living person in this world.

Whenever this happens, Liz looks out at the greenhouse in the distance.

She knew that there she would be able to escape all the suffering.

But she also knows that humans can't always run away.

It was probably at what kind of moment, probably when Liz thought she was going to be unable to hold on.

In the rubble dump, she picks up a CD that appears to be intact.

With nothing to do, she put the record into the Walkman she had repaired a few days earlier.

So under the girl's trance gaze, voices began to appear above the silent ruins.

Although it was so stumbling, even though it sounded a little noisy, to Liz's ears at that moment, it was almost the most beautiful piece of music in the world.

It seems to have all the beauty of this world, enough to make her forget all her pain and troubles.

She didn't seem so lonely anymore because she heard someone singing to her.

From then on, the girl became obsessed with music, and began to collect working records, CDs, tapes, and any other audio-visual equipment that could be repaired in all corners of the city.

She listened to more and more music, and it became more and more difficult to extricate herself, but out of all the music categories, her favorite was still a track called rock.

Well, that's probably what the album says.

It's also the type of first record she listened to.

She felt she needed that kind of spirit, a little crazy, yet fearless.

I don't know when it started, but Liz had an idea, she wanted to hold a concert of her own.

To this end, she made a lot of preparations, and finally there was a possibility that it might be realized.

One day, after thinking for a long time, she threw away the toy rabbit that had always accompanied her, as if she had said goodbye to her former self.

Interestingly, however, the very next day, she met two wanderers who had been robbed.

They drove away the refugees who had robbed them, but did not kill them.

In the midst of piles and piles of garbage, the big wanderer picked up a toy rabbit, and then, with an awkward expression, handed it into the hands of another little wanderer.

It was just the right afternoon sunshine that day.

Liz thought she might have seen her fate.