The prince chooses his darling, and the coat looks for its model.
There are so many glass shoes, many people are suitable for them, there is no unique one
Lips choose color, feelings look for its models
Clothes are hung in the window. There are too many people suitable for them. There is no unique one.
Whose angel am I? Whose model are you?
My dear, let you and I cooperate well. Let you and I choose slowly.
You are happy and I am happy too
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