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Bruce Lee

Bruce Lee

The Frost

Young man,
Seize every minute
Of your time.
 
Thedays fly by;
Ere long you too
Will grow old.
 
If you believe me not,
See there, in the courtyard,
How the frost
Glitters white and cold and cruel
On the grass that once was green.
 
Do you not see
That you and I
Are as the branches
Of one tree?
 
With your rejoicing,
Comes my laughter;
With your sadness
Start my tears.
 
Love,
Could life be otherwise
With you and me?

Written originally by Tzu Yeh. Translated by Bruce Lee

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