Yeogo goedam 4: Moksori

Cho-ah:
The ghost remembers only what it wants to.

Seon-min:
I can't open my eyes... What if I open them and you're not there?... I can't...

Seon-min:
I can't believe how different you sound when you sing.

Young-eon:
I'm having a nightmare. I need to wake up. When I do, everything will be fine.

Young-eon:
Teacher! It's me, Young-eon! It's me, Young-eon. Can't you hear me? Teacher? Please say something. Teacher? Teacher?

Mi-Hee:
Who has this beautiful voice? It's KANG Seon-min, the announcer! Seon-min, how are you?

Seon-min:
My best friend is absent without telling me. Thus, I'm in a bad mood.

Seon-min:
If I don't listen to music daily, my ears go weird! I've been hearing things all morning.

Seon-min:
I can't get used to my voice on speakers.

Radio Teacher:
Everybody thinks they sound different on speakers, though it's the same voice.

Young-eon:
I'm sorry Seon-min. I couldn't help it. You're the only one who can hear me. Don't be scared.It happened last night after you left. I should've left with you. Maybe this is punishment.Seon-min... It's me, Young-eon. I would send you a message on your cell after the broadcast. You would wait for me when I practiced singing. Seon-min... Seon-min... [starts to sing]

Young-eon:
[Crying and singing] It's your favorite song. [Cries]

Young-eon:
It's me, Young-eon. I'm standing right beside you. Seonimin?

Seon-min:
I believe you're Young-eon.But i can't believe you're dead. I'm talking to you know. Except that you're invisible, nothing has changed.

Young-eon:
I have no idea what's happening to me.

Young-eon:
Seon-min!

[stands in doorway of school]

Young-eon:
I can't leave the building.

Seon-min:
You're right beside me, right? [looks around]

Young-eon:
Yes. Right beside you.

Teacher:
If the notes don't go together, they're only noises. But if they do, they become a beautiful chord. Listening to the sound is more important than singing well. You should be able to tell which sound goes well with which. Otherwise, they're noises. Like human relationships.

Mi-Hee:
Sleeping during class, snoring like crazy. Swinging the stick in his hand, hitting students for fun. No help for helping students. Too lazy to teach. You lazy bastard. Lazy bastard!

[hangs music player on pipe]

Seon-min:
I can't believe you still have that.

Young-eon:
It was your present. Listening to music on it, I can feel your presence.

Seon-min:
Young-eon! Young-eon!

Young-eon:
No... no...

Young-eon:
Anyway, why do you keep recording me?

Seon-min:
[grabs by neck and pulls closer]

Seon-min:
To make you a singer!

Young-eon:
It's your favorite song... I don't wanna ruin it.

Young-eon:
Can't you see me?

Young-eon:
Can't you hear me?

Young-eon:
You need to go now.