I park Chanyeol sir, peach blossom eye up, inside a galaxy. At first glance, lovely cheek, is open 185 uncle tone, stood on the podium and make every attempt with handsome rap, big white around eyes, a smile day.
I park Chanyeol sir, just 21 years old, still love drum guitar bass age. Who knows what he shows picked up the meat can be baked, pick up will be woven scarf. He has many hidden spot, every time I see him, can good surprise surprise.
I park Chanyeol sir, hard not used to say. Tired to lower the head to blink, raised his head or the sunny. He is a bit strange recently, arguing with the shouting when brother small fans, lens move over and he will go back, brother saved after the field is he happy eyes.
Not enough, not enough. Debut two years short time, there is not enough for us to get to know you. You on the spot, have not had time to see one one.
So, let me go with you. Okay?? I never loved a man a long time with you, the future also let him last. Okay??
I accompany you to experience the sentimental experience, confused, to experience the glory, experience setbacks. Experiences mature experience, experience ups and downs, old, become a legend.
My dear Mr. Chanyeol Park, many people love you hate you, so the future of music history, you definitely will not be forgotten.
The beginning of spring, my dear, dear Mr. Chanyeol park.
Such a beautiful solar term, let me say a word to you, I love you.
