I selected a piece of mirror down the streets.
I see the face I hate,
the numerous imperfect flaws on my skin.
What a face I have
What a flawful face I should hide away.

And then I passed by panels of glass.
There, I see,
is a cute lovely face, though expressionless,
my skin slurred, all the flaws disappeared, as I looked from afar.
This is still a reflection of me,
the one I love much more than the one in the mirror.

I know I'll be the prettiest girl one day.