You were Kwai Chang Caine
before you were Bill 30 years later,
turning us into kung fu kids,
fighting unseen evils.
(Good thing we didn't know
martial arts you knew nothing about.)
When you were ruthless Bill,
we wanted the Bride to win,
and so she did and in the end,
you said goodbye and was dead.
Now that you're gone for good,
leaving behind precious talents like gold,
we'd like to keep your passing a mystery,
a constant enigma just like our destiny.