Two roads diverged in the yellow forest,
I'm sorry I can't go both.
As a traveler, I stood for a long time.
Look down as much as I can.
It bends in the bushes;
And took the other one, and to be fair,
Maybe there's a better way to put it,
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn;
Although, for the passage there
Dressed the same,
That morning, both of them were lying down.
There are no black footprints in the leaves.
Oh, I saved the first one for the next day!
But knowing how the road leads to the road,
I doubt whether I will come back.
I will tell it with a sigh.
Somewhere after year:
Two roads diverged in a forest, and I-
I chose the less traveled one,
This makes everything different.
A fork in the road in the yellow leaf forest,
But it's hard for one person to do both,
Along the winding path,
Standing for a long time,
I saw the path turn into the bush.
Then I chose another one,
It seems better to be equally clear,
Attract people to trample on lush grass,
It's hard to tell each other when you step into it,
Although there are really two ways.
There are two roads in the morning,
Like a leaf that no one tramples on,
I am willing to make up the first one tomorrow.
But knowing that everything is interrelated,
I don't know how to pay it back later.
Somewhere after a long time,
I will sigh and tell people,
The two roads diverged in the Woods,
The footprint I chose is very small,
And all the differences start here.