One day, a girl with rabbit ears comes to the village of Flatta. This nameless, unpopular minstrel, who strums her lute fiercely with her bare fingers and sings with a death growl, is known as Schifanoia. When she passes out in the middle of her concert, Azusa is reminded of the sad stories she's heard of young men who moved to Tokyo hoping to make their major debut, but instead turn into job-hopping middle-aged men playing in bands that never make any profit. So she invites Schifanoia to live at the house in the highlands for a while, but when she just keeps making excuses and refuses to see reality, Flatorte loses her patience...
There may be things that we forget
ربّما توجد أشياء قد ننساها
Vielleicht wird es einige Dinge geben,
die mit der Zeit in Vergessenheit geraten,
Sera le même pour nous deux
Ci saranno cose che dimenticheremo
Talvez esqueçamos
de algumas coisas,
Может быть, о чём-то мы
 ещё забудем,