Letra de Victor, fly me to stafford

This is the last song I write for you.
This is the last night I think of you.
Your name is Victor Ching, what 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?