(America) Robert? frost/frostlike powder
There are two forked roads in the dark yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I, a passerby,
You can't go on two journeys at the same time,
Standing for a long time, I looked at a road from a distance.
Until it bends and its view is blocked by bushes.
So I chose another one, not worse than that one,
Maybe I can give you a better reason,
Because it is green and tender, waiting for people to trample on it-
Actually, when it comes to leaving footprints,
I can't say there is much difference between the two roads.
That morning, there were two roads, almost the same,
Buried under the leaves that have not been trampled.
Ah, I'll leave that first road for another day!
But I know that one road connects with another,
It's hard to say whether I can go back to my old place in the future.
How many years have passed, how much time has passed,
I will sigh and bring up the past:
There are two roads in the Woods, two directions,
I chose a lonely road,
So it brings a completely different scene.