[Message on the title page · Huiyu Qianlang]
This is a story about misses and blessings.
Dedicated to those who are lost in the crowd,
Dedicated to those unspoken words,
Dedicated to the names hidden in my heart,
Dedicated to everyone standing on the platform waiting for the train.
I hope your heart feels warm when you think of it.
May you be blessed by others when you don't know it.
I wish we could all be in the sea of people,
Live happily and happily.
——Huiyu Qianlang
February 22, 2026 in Beijing
Intention: In a long and dull life, those unspoken affections and regrets that pass by will eventually be accumulated by the years into silent blessings for others, and this blessing itself is the most gentle relief that a person leaves for himself.