LTS Wisdom

Land the step in the existence of LTS feel the ocean of love.
LTS, LTS, LTS calls the shadow of my past
Past to the existence where my future flesh will feed its presence.
LTS, short for its caring soul, caring humanity and the smile it floods its student into the heavenly soul.
Laughter shared triggers, the banishment of the darkness to its soul.
The morning path, the evening surroundings of LTS is the morning love you drown from the wisdom tree of fruits.
Each pin, each breath feels its peaceful ocean, countless peace in the ground.
LTS the motherland of existence to its own flesh.
LTS is the land of soul that swallows the dark shadow of darkness.