Omega — The Hall of Floaters in the Sky

The past can not be found as some say What would you say if I showed you that place? Everything that you believe to be lost long ago Everything that passed, floats over there Here is a song, which ended; the coin that rolled away An afternoon that flew by, here it's the past Both hand reaches to you again, my love look! You turn around, your old face smiles at you On blue distant lands it stands alone They call it the hall of floaters in the sky If you see blue distant lands Imagine it over there