Dalej, Dalej! (Chopin, Chopin!)

Sometimes love doesn't die - it just moves on. To other cities, other hands, other lives. People build new homes, mend other people's hearts, and yet somewhere, that same “we” quietly echoes. It doesn't ask to come back - it just lives at the bottom of your chest, like an old melody you can't turn off. There is a lot of silence in this song - not the kind that is empty, but the kind that breathes. It's about how to move on when “together” didn't work out, but you still want “the real thing.”