Down the Western Hill, par Bruce Lee

Bruce Lee

Down the Western Hill

Down the Western hill the bright sun sinks

Making yellow gold of all the air.

On a lonely hilltop, away from the distant mist,

A golden dragon stands staring, with

Dreams that fade and die in the bright West.

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