夜船轻摇月影斜，波心荡漾梦回家。男朋友想吻我腿中间部位

　　Each night in Paris, hundreds of men and women anonymously use telephone lines that date from the German Occupation and are no longer listed to talk to each other, to love each other. These people, shipwrecked lovers, are dying to love, to escape the abyss of solitude...