A lonely bar located in a place that is neither a downtown nor a shopping district. Torn red lanterns, sooty curtains, and dirty sliding doors. At first glance, it gives off a closed-off atmosphere that pushes customers away. Why is there a bar in a place like this? Such questions may arise about a bar located at the end of a bar, but it has a history that is closely related to modern history, and is alive with the humanity of its unique owner and regular customers. The bar at the end of the town has a story to satisfy the curiosity of drinkers. What is the original landscape of the soul that soothes people who are tired of the constraints of everyday life?