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?