This film records the life of an ordinary Tibetan family. The director tells the story of inheritance, faith and love by use of a poetic and documentary film language. The chanting grandmother and the inquisitive young boy Kezhu live together in Barkhor street and they both have their own life style. For finishing the writing assignment, Kezhu began to explore the life of the deceased grandfather, gradually walking into the inner world of grandma. he finally understands why grandma support him to learn Tibetan opera. Meanwhile, the grandma immersed in the memory of grandpa and the history of Barkhor street. Two years later, the grandmother is about to move out of the old house where she has lived for 66 years. The story of the old Lhasa people is thus drowned out by the Tibetan souvenirs, the crowds of tourists and the chanting of the pilgrims on Barkhor street.