Bowlers get their rightful share for toiling in the midday sun. Bowlers get their rightful share for toiling in the midday sun.

"We will still live; But life will never be the same again. . . . " "We will still live; But life will never be the same again. . . . "

I can't hide my sorrow. I thought that would share all my tomorrows. I can't hide my sorrow. I thought that would share all my tomorrows.

Fear... some are real and some virtual... Fear... some are real and some virtual...

But never lose hope dears, We all will be fine very soon, But never lose hope dears, We all will be fine very soon,

Lost times will never come again. Lost times will never come again.