Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on this road,
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
Two roads diverged in the forest.
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.