This is the last song I write for you
This is the last night I think of you
Your name is Victor Ching, how do you do?
I phoned you this morning, you couldn't hear me
I sent you letter, you couldn't receive
It's my favourite game, but I have changed
It's too late to say, I miss you Victor Ching
And you are on your way to Stafford in UK
I know it's too late to say, I'm fond of you
You've got a girl from Singapore
Who you didn't like before
I love you when you no longer love me
I need you when you no longer need me
You wanted me, but you have changed
Already it's too late to say, I miss you Victor Ching
And you are on your way to Stafford in UK
I know it's too late to say, I'm fond of you
You've got a girl from Singapore
Who you didn't like before