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