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