It's a lot of little stories, the twelve arrondissements of Paris, about love.
Sad man saves a fainted woman, and both are equally lonely.
The boy who was flirting with the girl with his friends, fell in love with the pagan girl at first sight, apologized with warm eyes, and carefully helped her put on the veil.
Two gay boys, they don't speak the same language, but they are on the same page.
A man whose wife is terminally ill falls in love again when he plays the role of "love" again, and his thoughts are aching.
Male clowns and female clowns live in fairy tales, roaming the colorful Paris hand in hand at night. Their children live in reality with heavy school bags on their backs, no worries, dear, keep smiles.
In the hallucination of the mother, she saw the dead son she missed, and the little boy said softly, "Go back to Dad."
Midnight flight, beautiful vampire, hey boy in love with her, little conspiracy to make them the same kind.
A young French boy fell in love with a girl who went to drama school, took her through the streets and alleys, watched a movie together, shouted and laughed, although he could not see her, but he could see, love.
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day after day.
We don't know what the future will look like. All promises may not be fulfilled. Occasionally despair, hopelessness.
But that doesn't stop them from loving the city and trying to love life every day.
Those warm and beautiful things in life are called love.
Love is an encounter where similar souls meet happiness. In Paris, by your side.
I want to learn French, I want to go to Paris one day, walk those beautiful streets, sit in the park and bask in the sun.
Go with the one you love, listen to this song, we're in dance.
Maybe in broken French with a hint of China, like that American woman, I feel like I'm alive, I feel like I'm in love with Paris, and Paris is in love with me.
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