[00:01.984]作者:罗伯特·弗罗斯特[00:04.434][00:20.402]Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,[00:23.218]And sorry I could not travel both[00:26.418]And be one traveler, long I stood[00:30.151]And looked down one as far as I could[00:33.118]To where it bent in the undergrowth;[00:36.985]Then took the other, as just as fair,[00:40.701]And having perhaps the better claim,[00:43.468]Because it was grassy and wanted wear;[00:46.751]Though as for that the passing there[00:49.268]Had worn them really about the same,[00:52.651]And both that morning equally lay[00:54.968]In leaves no step had trodden black.[00:58.086]Oh, I kept the first for another day![01:01.420]Yet knowing how way leads on to way,[01:04.487]I doubted if I should ever come back.[01:07.519]I shall be telling this with a sigh[01:09.991]Somewhere ages and ages hence:[01:13.537]Two roads diverged in a wood,and I—[01:17.620]I took the one less traveled by,[01:21.089]And that has made all the difference.[01:24.522][01:25.805](顾子欣 译)