Tokyo, city of love. Tokyo, city of dreams.
Bordering the Ginza, with its rows of high-brand stores, is a place that warms the hearts of its tired workers just enough
to help them make it through another day. The place is a yakitori restaurant town between Shimbashi and Yurakucho.
A town under the railway tracks. With its people.

These people grasp the meager love they have finally found, deep within their hearts.
Like so many leaves blown together by the wind they come, live, and some blow away once more.
The insignificant days bring insignificant happenings, but the town remembers.