In his last years, writing and eating fruit were the only pleasures in his sick bed.
He was tortured by pain, but when morphine could mask the main, he enjoyed painting, too.
While the death was closing to Shiki, he composed a haiku on a cicada.
a late summer cicada
at the top of his voice
chirping, and chirping.......
The image of the life of the cicada overlaps his fate close to death.