“曾经以为我的家,是一张张的票根……”时光流逝,不知谁还能忆起这个忧郁的男人,这个有着沧桑音质的歌手。对,我指的是姜育恒。在短暂而又被我零散遗忘的年少时光里,对姜良恒的印象远不及王杰、齐秦。而今重拾似水年华,手掌心底的脉络里却深深地烙下了他们的足迹———流浪。 “I used to think that my home was a ticket stub...” When time passed, I wondered who still remembered this melancholy man, a singer with a vicissitudes of sound. Yes, I am referring to Jiang Yuheng. In the short time when I was forgotten by young people, my impression of Jiang Liangheng was far behind that of Wang Jie and Qi Qin. Now that we are back in love, the veins in the palm of our hearts are deeply imprinted in their footprints — wandering.