外面凉风徐徐，我自在家安逸
这样的美好让我不禁哼起了一首老歌
对，我的秋天
Shake, shake, shake
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
she said: Que ce la ,ce la
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
she said: Que ce la ,ce la