Haizi wrote this poem two months before his death. Haizi's former friend Nishikawa recalled: "Haizi didn't find his life position happily. This may be due to his prejudice. You can't find TV, tape recorder or even radio in his room. Haizi writes in poverty, monotony and loneliness. It can be recognized that Haizi devoted himself to the cause of poetry at the expense of earthly life.