Spoiler

Epik High - Spoiler [English Subs]

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"Have you forgotten because you're busy? Or are you busy forgetting?" ALL RIGHTS GO TO EPIK HIGH AND YG ENTERTAINMENT. Epik High Spoiler 8th Album 'Shoebox' Translations by daechungpower Tablo's translation: Your distant stares and your words are spoilers. I see the end in every little thing you do. I try to ignore them, but I can feel these spoilers. Should I sit through it all? Or should I leave now? There might be a plot twist. What are you thinking? I ask twice, and you face me. Again, you offer an answer that isn’t an answer. Looks like it’ll rain tomorrow. Then you look back out the window. These days, I see the side of your face often. You let out a sigh, and silence floods me. Delusions I should not dive into. I know. My intuition is dangerous. One step in and I’ll be caught in the undertow. My sensitivity is deep waters. I know why those seemingly meaningless sighs are becoming frequent. A departing heart empties its home one sigh at a time. It seems you’re busier than before. Days pass without a call, and our conversations are lifeless. And those words you write and erase. Foreshadowing. Maybe it’s coincidence, but every time I look at a clock, its hands are facing in opposite directions. They’re showing us what lies ahead. It’s all cliche. I’ve seen scenes like this hundreds of times, but my heart stops. Have we become too busy to remember our many promises? Or are we already busy forgetting them? Your distant stares and your words are spoilers. I see the end in every little thing you do. I try to ignore them, but I can feel these spoilers. Should I sit through it all? Or should I leave now? There might be a plot twist. I can’t let you go. I can hear them loud and clear, the things you don’t say. You try to act normal but I know. This damn hunch is choking me. Maybe I’ve been holding you captive in my stupid fantasies. Maybe you’ve been playing a part that doesn’t suit you. Even when, out of habit, you say you love me, your mind is elsewhere. Words and expressions are out of sync. Displaced subtitles. Maybe this is my deserved punishment for wanting to love like the movies. I finally ask where your heart is at, and all I get is an open ending. Yes, our love was twist upon twist a series of hair-raising scenes. But even the flames of that hell was better than this burnt out purgatory. I see the end. Can’t turn off the projector in my mind. Only when I drink myself out of frame can I breathe. Just cut me out or kill me out. Forget a happy ending. Don’t let me fade… out. Your distant stares and your words are spoilers. I see the end in every little thing you do. I try to ignore them, but I can feel these spoilers. Should I sit through it all? Or should I leave now? There might be a plot twist. I can’t let you go. Maybe you and I were living a charade with a predetermined ending. Maybe you and I, since our first scene, were marching towards the end. This is our last parade. Your distant stares and your words are spoilers. I see the end in every little thing you do. I try to ignore them, but I can feel these spoilers. Should I sit through it all? Or should I leave now? There might be a plot twist. I can’t let you go. I see the end, but baby don’t let’s go. Even if it’s one last scene, don’t wanna miss it, so I can’t let go. I can’t let you go. I see the end, but baby don’t let’s go. Even if it’s one last scene, don’t wanna miss it, so I can’t let go. The End?