Lyrics:

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 favorite 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