Snow Butterfly

The snow is flying around，like a white butterfly. When I moved the tip of my finger too close, it disappeared and left a cold feeling. It is so beautiful, but I'm afraid of touching it, because of its short life. Clearly wanting to be close to, but we have to keep a distance. I don't know if it could understand my feelings in the bottom of my heart. The missing missed the heart of you, becoming tears with water falling down.
My city is snowing again, whether you still stood there looking at me though her tears.


雪花正在飘舞，像一只只白色的蝴蝶。我用指尖去轻轻触碰，它却消失不见，留下一抹冰凉。它是如此的迷人，可它的生命如此短暂，让我害怕触摸。明明很想靠近，却不得不保持距离。我不知道它是否能明白我的心意，思念无法传递，化成眼泪，与冰水一同落下。
我的城市又下起了雪，而你是否还在流泪。

Snowflakes are flying, just like a white butterfly. Use your fingertips to gently touch me, it disappeared, leaving a touch of cold. It is so fascinating, but it's life is so short, so I was afraid to touch it. Obviously I wanted to be close, but they had to keep their distance. I do not know whether it can understand my mind, my thoughts can not be delivered, into tears, and ice falling together.
My city  began to snow, and you still cry.

Hello Yank,

I started to correct your text but some of it became very difficult as you are talking about abstracts so I translated the Chinese and obtained the translation above. I think that you had the general idea in your translation but maybe didn't have the language to complete it.

It is a very beautiful piece of writing.

Bob