Boundless - Coarse
February, I find myself at the post station, savoring my meal. The delicious taste of the "Playful Fish" dish still lingers on my tongue, and I was filled with joy as I arrived. Yet, my purse is light, with neither silver nor money to spare. I had no choice but to pawn my humble clothes to pay for the meal. How frustrating! If only my coarse clothes were made of gold!