years passed, still remember vividly the day when i first set my eyes on this piece of land...
a young man, started off with nothing but his courage and determination, after many years of hardwork, finally set up his own company, being one of the most successful business man at the time, found this place to build his weekend house, for entertaining business associates, but more importantly also for the gathering of his children, his children's children, and also all the future generation to come.
from a barren rock, the main mansion was erected, and to complement, its surrounding was turned into a landscape garden, not only was it going to showcase the most beautiful flowers, but is also to be different every season, so that the visitor can appreciate the coming and leaving of each season and thus the passing of time...
this young man has many children, and i saw them coming every week, week in week out, each of these children became young adults, and soon each became parents to their own children. the tradition never cease, and they still visit the place every week.
the young man was no longer young, and even the grandchildren were becoming adults, and like their fathers and mothers, they too were spending their youth here, under the moonlit sky, watching the stars, pondering the depth of the universe.
the passing of the seasons, everything changes around me, apart from the peeling off of my skin, i am still who i am, the hut in solitude...
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