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 these two paths,
They rarely leave travelers' footprints;
Although the leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, leave a way and 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:
The two roads diverged in the forest,
I chose a lonely one,
This determines my life path.
The way is to get people out of machado.
Pedestrian, your footprints
Is the road, that's all;
Pedestrian, there is no road on the ground.
The way is to let people go out.
When you walk, you form a road.
When you turn around,
You'll see a road,
But never go back.
Pedestrians, no path,
It's like sailing in the sea.