Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Sorry I could not travel both,
I stood a long time at that intersection,
I looked like the one as far as,
Until it disappeared in the depths of the jungle,
But I chose another path,
It luxuriant weeds, very secluded,
Appear to be more attractive, more beautiful;
Although in this small way,
Few travelers leaving footprints.
That morning leaves all over the floor,
Two roads are not contaminated by step.
Ah, leaving the road and so on another day goodbye!
But I know the path stretches without end,
I'm afraid I can not go back.
Also many years later somewhere,
I whispered a sigh:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I chose the one less traveled by,
Since then determines the path of my life.