Folklore: If the moon changes color, there will be disaster. Green represents hunger and sorrow, red represents struggle and war, yellow represents virtue and happiness, white represents drought and mourning, black represents water, and people are sick and dying.
+++Under the blood moon, a baby's cry pierced the sky and resounded through the long dark night...
"They all say that I am a disaster star and an unknown person. I can't get too close to you."
"Why should you care what other people say? I think we are a perfect match."
Intention: In this world, being defined as a blessing or a blessing is not something we can decide, but what is important is that we can stand up, break this definition, this shackles, and strive for a wonderful life of our own...