Four years had passed since Sagan's called a truce with the D2s. Music was still taboo throughout the world, and melodies ceased to be heard. Somewhere in America, which was now a wasteland, a little boy who grew up not knowing what music is hears the melody from a piano. The one playing it is a young man with black hair named Takt. And then, a deformed creature known as a D2 and a girl named Destiny, who is armed with a sword, appear as though they were lured in by the melody.
This is all your fault for 
being so selfish, Maestro.
هذه غلطتك أنت بسبب أنانيّتك يا مايسترو
Das geht auf deine Kappe, weil du die ganze
Zeit so egoistisch bist, Maestro.
Es culpa tuya
por ser tan caprichoso, maestro.
Es culpa tuya
por ser tan caprichoso, maestro.
C’est votre faute,
vous n’en faites qu’à votre tête.
È tutta colpa del suo egoismo, maestro.
A culpa é sua por ser
tão mimado, Maestro.
Это всё вы виноваты, Маэстро.
Вы и ваш эгоизм.