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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? (𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞)
I'm dying, I'm dying soon i know it.
I had asked Dazai if we could go on a walk together,
I missed when we used to do that, it was fun.
He said yes and joked he would have to carry me on his back,
Secretly i liked that idea even if it was embarrassing,
We sat down at the park; it was snowing as usual...
Dazai said softly, “look Chuuya its snowing in November, how odd it that...?”
I looked at him confused, “what are you talking about Dazai, it's always snowing.”
He looked discomforted but quietly agreed and laughed almost inaudibly
Just like when we were 15.
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I think i knew this was my last day, although I wouldn't have liked to admit that.
Oh Dazai... I should have told you how I truly felt, I'm sorry.
Someday I'll see you again.
Maybe you'll achieve your dream of a perfect suicide with a woman,
Then we can be together again.
Goodluck Osamu Dazai.