A Picture of Life کے بول

A fine young man, a picture of life, dislikes himself in the mirror. We saw him off, we talked of love, we talked of sin and forgot him. A fine young man, a picture of life, died alone in the gutter. We drank the wine, we felt the pain, but no one felt like his mother. Father's not there, a coward's choice, he scorned his son, so inhuman! We shook our heads and turned away, we also denied that we knew him