Happy 8th Anniversary EXO!

Happy 8th Anniversary EXO!

I don't think I have any sense of ritual deep down.
When people say, "Today is the eighth anniversary," there's no sense of "memories suddenly flooding my mind and tears welling up in my eyes."
Time just doesn't feel real.
It's like an elementary school student growing into a high school student, and a high school student growing into a college student.
Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.

But people really do need a sense of ritual.
You might not remember what you ate on your 18th birthday, but you might remember the principal's bald head when you attended your coming-of-age ceremony at 17.

So when I wake up tomorrow morning, I probably won't remember what I did today, when I got out of bed, or when I ate.
But I will remember tonight—at midnight, which isn't Beijing time—a group of girls I don't know, from different corners of the world, sent out the same blessing:
Happy 8th Anniversary EXO!