Is the setting sun like poetry or the rising sun like poetry?

"The setting sun is like poetry". The setting sun sets at the end of the mountain, revealing a bright red face. The afterglow fills the sky, and it becomes lovesickness, and becomes a poem. I sit alone on this side of the mountain and stare at you. The red clouds are dancing on the other side of the mountain. The distance is neither close nor far. Although there is only one heart between us, we have not spoken to each other, but we have never forgotten each other.