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...
You kept doing it because 
you believed it was right!
!واصلتِ القيام بذلك لأنّك آمنتِ أنّه الصّواب
Trotzdem hast du immer weitergemacht,
weil du es als richtig empfunden hast!
pero creías en lo que hacías,
pero creías en lo que hacías,
tu n’as jamais cessé d’y croire !
Ma hai continuato a suonarla 
perché credevi fosse la cosa giusta!
mas você continuou fazendo isso
porque acreditou que era certo!
Ты продолжала, потому что
 верила в себя!