I remember when we were
children. We use to dance
Under the drops of the rain.
We were roaming the streets,
While we sang silly songs.
Our genuine childhood.

We use to act as our mother,
We wore her clothes,
Cooking nothing but food,
Shouting and calling nobody.
Remember our genuine childhood.

Remember our genuine childhood.
We were more than just friends,
More than just blood sisters.
The fact is. We were the one
And original of ourselves.