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