Holding my hand who would turn my life into a dream. Holding my hand who would turn my life into a dream.

If they could, I will start believing in them, But till then, hold me close and let me live in delus... If they could, I will start believing in them, But till then, hold me close and ...

The poem shows that love is not a game to be played. The poem shows that love is not a game to be played.

I still remember how shy we were to talk to each other... I still remember how shy we were to talk to each other...

Your absence, though, fans the bonfire of burning desires, Dancing in ecstasy, the divine beatitude,... Your absence, though, fans the bonfire of burning desires, Dancing in ecstasy, t...

 Different stages of life!!  Different stages of life!!