What is the poem The Road Not Taken?

The unpaved road frost divides into two roads in the yellow forest. It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time. I watched a road until I disappeared into the depths of the jungle. But I chose another path. It is lush and lonely, and looks more attractive and beautiful. Although there were few footprints left by travelers on this small road, leaves were everywhere that morning, and neither road was polluted by footprints. Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know that the road is endless, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path from now on.