JANG WON-YOUNG an angel fell in front of my eyes, from the skies she came, like she had fallen out of a picture frame just to create her own as she now lay fallen into my bed of roses in the garden i spent endless time growing seemingly just for her to take rest there. she smelled like with roses, felt as fragile, and satiny as her dress. golden curly locks, babypink blushed cheeks, her voice even makes the little birds tweet, her lullaby is everyone's favourite song, her beauty is breathtaking, she's an opitime of perfection. that pure Goddess angel's name is Jang Wonyoung, the softest angel alive ୨♡୧
