The Spirit of the Dragon in Hong Kong

In the streets of neon glow,

A tale of a legend, let it flow.

The spirit of a fighter, a city's pride,

With every heartbeat, Bruce walks beside.

From Victoria Peak to the bustling bay,

Echoes of laughter, where the dragons play.

In alleyways of dreams, his shadow was cast,

A warrior’s heart, forged within the past.

With every kick, the world took flight,

Under city lights, he battled the night.

A symbol of hope in the city's chest,

He broke every limit, he gave his best.

Hong Kong, rise up, let your stories unfold,

In the heart of the dragon, brave and bold.

Bruce Lee's spirit, forever it flows,

In the lanes and the shadows, his greatness grows.

The Kung Fu whispers in the morning dew,

A legacy forged that feels so true.

Martial arts calls from the streets so wide,

With every punch, we carry his pride.

With every punch, the world took flight,

Under city lights, he battled the night.

A symbol of hope in the city's chest,

He broke every limit, he gave his best.

Hong Kong, rise up, let your stories unfold,

In the heart of the dragon, brave and bold.

Bruce Lee's spirit, forever it flows,

In the lanes and the shadows, his greatness grows.

Legends never die, they only transform,

In every heart, his spirit will warm.

From the films on the screen to the lives he changed,

Hong Kong remembers, and it’s forever engraved.

So here’s to the dreamers, the fighters, the bold,

In the winds of Hong Kong, his story is told.

With love and passion, we honor his name,

Bruce Lee forever, still igniting the flame.