She has no desire to become an unclean woman,
In spite of Jesus’ genealogy that had been continued and
Glorified by the uncleanness of unclean women.
She’s not seeking unclean happiness,
In spite of my happiest moment that was shared with an unclean woman.
She’s not trying to get unclean pleasure,
In spite of Jesus’ forgiveness that was enjoyed by an unclean woman.
“Who’ genealogy shall I be in?”
Ah! Her eyes are gazing at the unclean side.
A flower that has bloomed out of the uncleanness
Is carrying a beautiful memory inside her.
Hold your breath, people.
The unclean genealogy starts like this.