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...
but it was all just words. 
I've never actually died.
.لكنّها كانت مجرّد كلمات. لم أمت حقًّا
aber das waren alles nur Worte!
Ich bin nie wirklich gestorben!
pero era superficial.
Nunca morí de verdad.
pero era superficial.
Nunca me había muerto.
mais en fait,
je n’ai jamais voulu mourir.
però erano solo parole. 
Non sono mai morta sul serio.
mas era metafórico.
Eu nunca morri de verdade.
но то были лишь слова.
 Я же не умирала…