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...
Even I, Flatorte, got it wrong 
over and over and over again...
...حتّى أنا فلاتورتي، أخطأت مرارًا وتكرارًا
Selbst ich, Flatorte, unterlag immer und
immer und immer wieder diesem Irrtum!
Incluso yo me equivoco
una vez tras otra
Incluso yo me equivoco
una vez tras otra.
Regarde-moi !
Persino io, Flatorte, ho sbagliato ancora e ancora...
Até eu, Flatorte, errei, errei,
errei e errei muito!
Я, Флаторте, сама ошибалась —
 снова и снова, и снова...