Jusqu'ici, tout va bien

My Little Airport



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.

U'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…