So nice was that life, So nice were those days; The most boring of all Were the Aprils and Mays. All the feelings and crushes For the thousand people we had, On getting just a glimpse of that someone We used to go mad. Those lies we said to our parents To go for picnics and outings; Those promises we made to them, “From tomorrow, promise, I’ll start studying”. The last-minute studying, The late overnights; Spending more time making chits Instead of learning the answers right. Hours and hours of chatting About nothing but cool guys; Oh! He looks hot, Oh! His smile is nice. So beautiful were those days Of cheerfulness bliss; Those were the good old days Which I’ll always miss. I still cherish those times, When we painted the town red; We acted as if we’d achieved everything, As if there was nothing we never had. It feels really bad to know That those days would never come back; All those happy moments we’d lived, These are the thing wh...