[Verse 1]
“That was a wonderful lunch. Thank you so much,” I said.
She smiled and replied, “You are very welcome,” as she put the lunch boxes back in her bag.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
On Sunday afternoon, sunlight gently shone on us as we walked through the library’s bicycle parking lot.
[Chorus 1]
“Can I hold hands with you?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes, you can,” she replied, holding out her hand bashfully. I took her hand gently. Her warmth transferred to me, and my heart was pounding so hard that I was afraid she could hear it.
[Verse 2]
“It’s 1 o’clock now. Do you want to study hard for the next four hours until the library closes at 5?” she asked, a mischievous look in her eyes.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
We bid farewell to the Sunday afternoon sunlight and entered the library, searching for empty seats quietly.
[Chorus 2]
“I’ll sit next to you,” she whispered in my ear as she took the seat beside me.
“Please,” I said softly in her ear. Her silky hair smelled wonderful, making me feel as if I were in a dream. “Now, let’s stop spacing out and start studying!” she encouraged, looking into my face.
[Instrumental Solo]
[Verse 3]
Feeling her warmth beside me, I focused on the English textbook in front of me.
[Pre-Chorus 3]
I suddenly glanced to my right and saw that she had a sleepy expression; she had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder.
[Chorus 3]
She breathed quietly against my shoulder, and I felt a surge of happiness supporting her weight, careful not to wake her up. Just looking at her silky hair, pretty lips, long eyelashes, and plump cheeks made me feel like I was in heaven. It became a bittersweet memory of my English studies.
[Instrumental Solo]
[Final Chorus]
She continued to breathe softly on my shoulder. Supporting her weight brought me joy, and I was careful not to disturb her. Gazing at her silky hair, pretty lips, long eyelashes, and plump cheeks felt like a glimpse of paradise. It truly was a bittersweet memory of my English studies.
[Fade Out]
*Sound: Jazz fusion, upbeat, light music, acoustic piano improvisation, falsetto male vocals, female harmony*
**Title: It Was a Bittersweet Memory of My English Studies**
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