Tearless Garden

That's right, I'm the one tending this garden,
A utopia where only carefree people can settle, a place where no one sheds tears.
An isolated haven where the black tide and wars are thrown behind.
Why dwell on disasters a hundred years from now? Why fret over the troubles of future generations?
We conventionally forget everything about Amphoreus.
We sow seeds after a sound sleep,
And when weary, we find a stone to sit on and chat.
The remaining blessing of the Gate of Infinity protects its ramparts.
And as long as people remain attached to this land, it will not fall.
You say this is self-deception? But worry changes nothing.
So why not make the most of our good years, shed our last tears,
And gather by the bonfire to enjoy life's endless banquet?