Linh is a tired old man who fled his war-ravaged country. After a harrowing journey, he arrives in a Western port, a modest boiled leather suitcase at his feet and his little girl in his arms: Sang Diû. A name that means "sweet morning." But the exile and the little girl are greeted by a bitter cold. It will take the man on the bench and his deep voice for Mr. Linh's life to regain meaning. A strange friendship develops between the two men. One speaks, the other listens. They understand each other, not with words but with their hearts. And the slightest thing tears through the grayness, until...