On the lyrics of the bridge(an gang xiao qiao ge ci )

She stood on the stream

The stream entangled her by the side of the village

She is a pretty girl

Oh girl, her little hand is on the bridge

She stood on the stream

The stream entangled her by the side of the village

She is a pretty girl

Oh girl, her little hand is on the bridge

Then she said

Old tree with withered vine

There is no family on the bridge

Grass over a small stone road

A peach blossom escaped from Spring Garden

Who is sleeping under the tree

Light wind stole his wine

The bridge is still dull

Listen, the stream is crashing

She stood on the stream

The stream entangled her by the side of the village

She is a pretty girl

Oh girl, her little hand is on the bridge

Then she said

Old tree with withered vine

There is no family on the bridge

Grass over a small stone road

A peach blossom escaped from Spring Garden

Who is sleeping under the tree

The breeze stole his light wine

The bridge is still dull

Listen, the stream is crashing

Then she said

Old tree with withered vine

There is no family on the bridge

Grass over a small stone road

A peach blossom escaped from Spring Garden

Who is sleeping under the tree

Light wind stole his wine

The bridge is still dull

Listen, the stream is crashing

The bridge is still dull

Listen, the stream is crashing

Chinese PinYin : An Gang Xiao Qiao Ge Ci