haobin as:
one day you'll grow weak and old / you'll lie in a hospital bed, hairs turned gray, eyes full of fond memories / with your hand in mine, you'll tell me you can't dance or eat oranges with me anymore / and i'll smile and give your hand a gentle squeeze
i haven't lost you yet but i already miss you / we still have time, but it won't be enough / i think about what i would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause i need you to know how loved you are before you go













