School Fair
My secondary school used to organise a charity fair every year, in late winter or early spring. When I recall those times among my Ukrainian friends, they nod in understanding; some of them laugh, some avert their sight and blush heavily, but nobody ignores those memories of school. And I'll tell you why.
Assume you have eaten two or three hamburgers, a kilo of sweets, a pizza and drunk some good five glasses of coda water, and then - you have dance. Another twenty minutes that you have free, you grab some default person's hands and whirl in the hall of the ground floor, stepping on somebody's feet and having your feet stepped on, too.
Most students stubbornly ignored those who were selling drawings and paintings. I have to admit that most of that was not very high art, but I couldn't help feeling pity for the sellers, so I bought it all. That was a bunch of almost identical images of a catgirl (know what you think, but she did not ever look quite cute). I do not remember where they were finally gone, but I kept them for some weeks as a memory of my charity.
The song doesn't really have much to do with the topic, but it suits the emotions of the long-gone school fair from before 2020.