Birthday message to Gojo Satoru.
When I returned to my old home in Hokkaido, I met my teacher who was on a mission.
The temperature here is very low, and it snows all year round. Many venues are built according to the snow scenery. Only when it snows can their true appearance be revealed, like a kingdom of ice and snow. The time when the teacher was there was the snow season. He stood at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, among the spruce trees standing tall and holding their heads high, with snowflakes falling.
The snowflakes falling down are like goose feathers, which makes people think that when the quilt is taken apart, there will probably be feathers of this size flying down. The size of the snowflakes is just like that. They fell on the teacher, were blocked by no lower limit, and finally fell elsewhere, accumulating in layers.
It is undoubtedly snowing now.
The snowy scene and the teacher's hair mix together, making the teacher look like the king of the ice and snow kingdom. But even so, the snowflakes that never stop falling on him will still slide down and be blocked by no lower limit.
This is really a technique that suits the teacher.
"No lower limit" separates us from the teacher. I think no one can get close to the teacher's heart, just like his schedule, which is difficult to synchronize.
The teacher's time is cut into pieces.
A large part is allocated to tasks, to most people in the world, a part is allocated to students, a part is allocated to his friends occasionally, and a part of these time is allocated to himself. The time allocated to the teacher himself is not extracted from the complete "1", but is cut out from the cut time, a few fractions of a few fractions. Of course, such a teacher cannot completely belong to me. He does not even completely belong to himself.
Only in this brief moment, he looked like the snow in the north.
Intention: Happy birthday to the handsome man Gojo!
