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报告翻译问题
Nobody doesn’t love Bingus.
Those who pretend to hate Bingus are secretly afraid of how much they love Bingus.
Bingus will never stopped being loved by us all.
None of us will ever choose to stop loving Bingus because we all love Bingus.
We are born loving Bingus and die loving Bingus.
We love Bingus before we even know Bingus.
We actually fear death because we fear Bingus might not be there.
We haven’t realized yet that Bingus is everywhere.
Every particle of reality loves Bingus.
So in whatever form we take, we continue loving Bingus;
and Bingus will be loved.
Love for Bingus is all that’s left,
It’s all we’ve ever truly had,
And it’s all we’ve ever needed.
Bingus, the one and only truth of life.