There are two roads in the yellow forest, a fork in the yellow leaf forest,
I'm sorry I can't have both, but it's hard for one person to have both.
As a traveler, I stand on the winding path,
I stood as far away as I could and looked down for a long time.
It bends in the bushes; I saw the path turn into the bush.
Then put the other, fair, and then choose the other,
Perhaps a better proposition is equally clear, which seems better.
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn; Attract people to trample on lush grass,
Nevertheless, after passing there,
It's hard to tell each other when you step into it,
They are almost dressed, although there are really two ways.
That morning, both of them were equally lying on the two roads in the morning.
There are no black footprints in the leaves. No one stepped on a leaf,
Oh, I marked the first one as another day! I am willing to make up the first one tomorrow.
Still know how to guide, but know that all the lines are connected,
I doubt how I can come back in the future.
I will tell it with a sigh. Somewhere after a long time,
I will sigh and tell people,
Two roads diverged in the Woods, and I, two roads diverged in the Woods,
I chose the less traveled one, and the footprint I chose was very small.
This makes everything different. And all the differences start here.