Dear Pris, you represent the past
We have all grown up holding hands with the wind
Dear Prissy, you may be an illusion or you may be a long-time friend.
But that cloud will never dissipate
maybe i'm talking nonsense
Prissy is a passenger who intersperses in my life
You'll get to know many, many of my favorite, most beloved, and most hated people
Maybe you don't understand, but please understand