Sisterhood of Traveling Pants

Wild imaginations, music and love stories, long nights, tears and fights,
fear, and a heart full of hope and light...
Black and white bodies far far away...
Voices in the back of their head...
and fade away burned faces along the hot 20 the street...

Old dark letters, phone wires...
Once thought the wind would blow every second of the past and bury them under the ground

Today memories of the 4 of us make the story of "Sisterhood of traveling
Pants"...

Separate and somewhere flowing around the globe,
No matter If any dreams or memories are remained inside you, I still have plenty...

No jealousy...
I can always share them with you...

Ain't any pants... any wires?

Stranger’s smile can cover up footsteps behind as easy as a simple foggy morning

Yes, there's no end to the dreams just as there was no start...