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