很多时候我是一个人，同样的打扮，同样的包，同样的心情，走的也是同样的路......

记得，那次雨夜，我独自一人打着伞，在雨中走着......

      我的泪水随着异乡的雨水慢慢蒸发，在伞下没人看清我是谁，更没有人认识我，在乎我，一切都是与我无缘的，我只不过是地球上的一个小点。

可是，为什么今天那条路却如此陌生呢？

天黑了，夜深了......

我在寂寞中沉沦，我在空虚中泯灭。

我很下意识的想到了美国诗人Robert.Frost的那首我最喜欢的诗————————

“The Road Not Taken”，诗中这样写道：

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth ;

Then took the other, as just as fair ,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear ;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same ,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black .
Oh, I kept the first for another day !
Yet knowing how way leads on to way ,
I doubted if I should ever come back .

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence ;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by ,
And that has made all the difference .

我也选择了属于自己的路，时间在那里分毫不差，阳光在那里依旧灿烂，可是，我为什么没有快乐呢？我是在寻找还是在挣扎？也许，当我在临死时，世界的天门就会向世人证实一切......