As your birthday approaches, I am miserably burdened this night My cowardly self hides as you call, looking for me As a gift, I'd like to give you name But I only have dust in my pockets On a new white sheet of paper, I wrote 'Happy Birthday' Oh my poor love, is this all you can do? My tears complain Telling me I don't deserve to love you I want to stop loving you in words Even though I went to your house, and asked you to leave me You told me love is ordered by the heart, not the mind Oh my poor love, is this all you can do? My tears complain Telling me I don't deserve to love you Someday I will give you a wonderful gift, please be patient with me Oh my tears complain Telling me I don't deserve to love you Oh my reserved love, can you still tolerate me? If you have confidence in me, Then I will make you the happiest woman