Across the cedar road full of gears, the lonely man had a cup of coffee

This society is like a perpetual motion machine, and we are all just one of the gears. The winter cedar road does not have the hustle and bustle of summer. At 08:30 in the evening, only a few diners of Bali lobster ate midnight snacks. The glasses Restaurant next door ended its busy dinner, and the messengers and cooks played with their cell phones in the kitchen. Between the two restaurants is a residential aisle about five meters wide, filled with stewed meat and simmering.