It begins at twelve o'clock in the evening and ends when the sun has risen and the streets begin to boil.

It is located on a corner of Tokyo's bustling street, and its owner is a 57-year-old kind and helpful uncle, with a simple menu, simple cuisine, and it is just a small restaurant.

It's small, but it also attracts a lot of customers, of course, compared to high-end restaurants, it's not enough. However, the uncle is already very satisfied.

Here, late every day and night, there will be a story about people who would not have crossed paths, because they entered the small shop, and met people with the same interests. Regular customers come here often, drinking sake and telling the stories they have learned.

Outside, the street lights were still on, and there were people coming and going, looking for a sake brewhouse, or people preparing to enter the shop. All kinds of people, and then weave an intricate and heartwarming story.

What kind of time was this?

As far as I'm concerned, I'm already dreaming, or trying to fall asleep. In contrast, am I wasting a time of purity and precipitation? If you miss the night, something unexpected will happen?

Without an answer, I can't give an answer. Such a life is not yet allowed! All I could do was sneak up on the rooftop with a beer and snacks, blowing the wind, blushing, and standing alone!

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