They're holding hands in the pouring rain,
Laughing together through the thundering.

This is what it's like to have freedom,
Clothes are soaked, but we don't mind.

"Why don't you girls go in to stay dry?"

"When one is in hell,
We stand by their side.
We go in it together,
And we come out alive."

Hands crossed and held,
We spin endlessly.
Long hair soaking up,
The summer rain.
We are best friends,
And it will never change.