如果在街上偶遇一个平头、身材矮胖、小胡子、表情很烂、又有一点英俊的男人;如果在迷离的酒吧,在喧声震天的的士高,你和一个高挑、蓬蓬长发、有着和你初恋情人一样纯真眼神的女孩搭讪;如果在弹丸之地的澳门,多少张陌生和似曾相识的面孔流过。谁知道,谁和谁毫不相干,谁和谁牵牵缠绵,谁和谁骨肉相亲? If the encounter in the street a flat, stubby, mustache, bad expression, a little handsome man; in the blurred bar, in the thunderous sound of Scotch, you and a tall, Puffy long Hair, a girl with the same innocent look as your first love, and how many unfamiliar and deja vu faces pass through in Macau, where the projectile landed. Who knows, who and who irrelevant, who and who lingering, who and who flesh and blood?