The prince is selecting his darling

The coat is looking for its model

There are so many glass slippers

They will fit many people

Nothing is unique



Whose angel am I?

Whose model are you?

My love, my love

Let you and I concur

Let you and I choose slowly

When you're happy, I'm happy

You're a model

I'm [your] xiang nai er....



The lips are selecting a colour

Love is looking for its model

The clothes hang in the shop window

They will fit many people

Nothing is unique